Yesterday was a bittersweet day for my wife and me:  with our two kids off to college, we sold our family home of 22 years. We left Boston in 1990 to move to Cincinnati to start a family, and we were blessed to buy a wonderful home in Mariemont, Ohio. We celebrated many wonderful events there — baby's first day home from the hospital, toddler's first steps, first day of school, birthdays, sleepovers, proms, graduations, Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas. But what I remember most is the simple joy of turning into the driveway after a long day, into the warm embrace of home and family. Our laughter often bounced off the walls. Other times, the floors absorbed our tears. But all somehow ennobled our home, enriching our lives. My wife and I held hands and prayed as we left 3810 Miami Road for the last time, thanking God for the incredible blessing of our time there. We tried to be good stewards, taking the opportunity with every repair, improvement, and addition through the years to strengthen the home for her future journey. I remember a scene from Thirtysomething, in which Hope sat at a window seat, seeing the ghosts of the prior families that had lived in their home. As we turn our home over to the fifth owners in her 62-year life. we pray that they will love her as we have, and will appreciate her many blessings.