Boxes...Check. Packing Tape...Check. Newspaper...Check. Box of Kleenex...Check. Extra large piece of Chocolate Pie...Check.
Six months ago we thought listing our house was a good idea. Six months ago, it WAS a good idea. Today, as I pack...it is NOT a good idea. We sold our house because we need more space and we would like to be a little closer to town. I thought I had myself convinced that this move would be easier than...well...than this. But I know how emotional I am, how attached I get to things and just how little I like change. This has been a hard one for me!
I started the packing process when we initially listed our house. I packed up a few boxes with items I knew we wouldn't be using for a while. That was pretty easy. It was all still a "what if". When we got a contract on our house (the week before Ava arrived) the reality of what we had just done began to sink in. We just sold OUR HOUSE! Our first house! What have we done?
This house holds our sweat, frustration, pride, love, joy and memories... Oh the memories! We have made a lot of sweet memories inside these walls. This is the place where we brought our babies home. Hollis took his first step right here in the living room. Goodness, he has done all of his "firsts" in this house. This is the house where we became "mommy and daddy". Where we learned what it means to sacrifice for and love a little precious life. This is where our marriage was strengthened and where we really learned how to love and pray for each other. This is where Reese lost his job (twice) and also where God blessed him with a far better job than both of those jobs combined. This is where I took my first picture and where my passion for capturing life became more than a hobby. This house holds many emotions. We have fought and cried, loved and laughed, prayed and rejoiced all within these walls.
As I take down picture after picture, and pack up box after box, I cry... yes...but I am thankful for all the memories we have made and for the life that has taken place at 502 Fannin Street. This house may not be many people's dream home but for us this is where a lot of our dreams came true. And so our journey continues...as of yet we have not found another house to call home.
A house is made of bricks and stone,
A home is made of love alone.
6 comments:
Love it! I might cry too, just because I'm emotional right now :)
ACK! I'm gonna bawl my eyes out and I've never even been to you house! I know I'm going to feel just like this when we eventually move from the barn. So many memories!!
you and Reese made it a home - it was just a building when you bought it - can hardly wait to see what we do for the next one!!!
BTW - you two really did learn to be wonderful parents - a joy to watch
that's a lot of work wiht a new baby!!
so the page looks different - is that because you are dipping a nicely pedicured toe back in the bloggy world? Please say yes - miss the adventures of HB and his trusty sidekick - Ava.
Yes, Linda...maybe! I can't seem to complete a thought let alone a blog! It's not that I don't want to blog...I've been kicking myself because I haven't been. I just can't seem to get it all together :)
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