This past year my family moved out of the house I’d lived in longer than any other house. We were moving into an old farmhouse that we were rehabbing ourselves. It was a challenging process both physically and mentally. As I considered all of the things I’d miss about the home I’d brought my babies up in, I wondered what I could take with me. Was there a piece of my past that could somehow satisfy my heart in the future? I remembered that each year in late winter and early…