Saturday, August 30, 2008


It was our first home together.

Ironically Brian found this one without me too (I was teaching a class in Boston).
I waddled up and down these stairs when I was pregnant.
I brought both of my babies home from the hospital to this house.
I woke up countless times in the night to trudge down the hallway and hold their soft sleepy bodies to feed them and comfort them.
Their little knees grew raw from it's carpeting while they learned to crawl.

I mopped up spills and chased our toddlers across it's hard wood floors.
I nursed scraped knees and pulled splinters from our deck and driveway.
We've snuggled up by it's fireplace and cuddled within these walls on rainy or snowy days.
We've sat on the front porch rocking chairs and waited for Brian. Both Kendall and Kate have raced down the front porch steps yelling, "DADDY!" to greet him.
We've worked in the kitchen and listened for the garage door to signal his return home from work.
We've lived life with all it's highs and lows.

In just a couple of days I'll walk through these rooms, the rooms will soon be completely empty of all our furniture but will still hold the signs and memories of our life here. I know that I will be sad to leave it. But what I've found is that "Home" is where he is, it is where we are together, where we laugh and cry and love together and I'm excited to create our next home together.


  1. Aughhh stop! I didn't even spend that much time in your house but I'm going to miss it too!

    Your new home is lovely, and you'll fill it with memories in no time. But your old house will always hold a place in my heart.

    Speaking of, there's that pain again..... :(

  2. Wonderfully said! And the new house will have many more memories for the next chapter in your lives. Sad and exciting all at the same time. I am thinking of you! Lots of love!

  3. this was so beautiful. i got a little teary.