Time is something that stays on my mind these days. Next summer we will have been in this house 20 years. We moved here when David was 6 and Maddie was three. Tommy and I were 26 and 28. Before we moved in, we painted every room, painted the outside, carpeted and replaced every floor covering and added a new central heating and air unit. Sometime over the last several years, the house has become a thorn in my side. After raising kids in it, and using most every dime to get them raised, nearly all of that stuff plus some needs to be done again. It makes me unmotivated to buy a new wall hanging or even very enthusiastic about organizing or cleaning. I have kind of been hating my house for a few years. Today, though, watching the kids goof off in the yard, I realized this is a kind of crappy house right now, but it is a home. Almost twenty years ago there was a swing set, a sandbox and clubhouse. Many years the school bus picked up and dropped off my babies here. They have waited for Santa, hunted Easter eggs, dug for crawdads, waited for the tooth fairy... Right here. There were friends, so many friends that came and went, and each holds a piece of our hearts. Later there were garage bands and teen parties, boys playing football in the yard or riding four wheelers, girls spending the night giggling and practicing cheer leading in the yard. This house has been home to many loved pets who are long gone. I took my David and Abby Vanderfords picture from my from my front porch, in the snow, the day he proposed. I was barefoot and freezing, but had to capture the moment. Today my silly daughter was running in the same yard, doing jumping jacks to try to bring on her labor. Our first grandbaby is coming this week. We are 47 and 45. Our house is a wreck after all these years of giving it everything weve got to raise a happy family. This is not just a house though, its a home. My heart is full, and the worries about all that needs to be done, will be put aside for now. One day it will be fixed up nice again. Meanwhile, its our happy home. Yes, there is a difference in a house and a home. It has an awful lot to do with love and memories. :)
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 05:13:50 +0000
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