I would have liked to post this two days ago, but I was without Internet due to the fact that I moved into my new home. And somehow, I feel that Irene is watching over it and me.
Why do I have that feeling? We broke ground on the house on August 13, 2011, Irene's birthday. (Coincidentally it was also Grandma Maggie's birthday.) Then, the house was finished on January 25, and January 26 was my first full day in the house; which was also the second anniversary of Irene's death.
