the house that became a home
...i was five years old and i can still remember walking through this house as it was being framed, the smell of fresh cut wood. my family was really excited about moving into this big, brand new, house on a corner lot.
fast forward 27 years...my parents are out of town and my sister and I cleaned this house. as we worked, we cranked up the 80's tunes and reminisced about our childhood. the old plastic serving dish, i could almost taste the pudding on my lips. it was as if i could smell mom cooking zucchini casserole when i laid eyes upon the orange casserole dish with a yellow flower lid. as i ran the carpet cleaner over the now neutral color, i remember the rust. the dining table remains unchanged where 27 years later we still gather to thank our Father for food and family. as i scrubbed the tiny bathroom we shared, i wondered how three girls survived the teenage years. every old tune that was played, memories flooded my mind. i felt overwhelmingly blessed to be a child with only good memories. the structure hasn't changed much over almost three decades and yet the house has evolved. my room was painted yellow and maybe rainbow at one time. the trees are old and have deep roots. new flowers and trees, paint, grass, and even a pool have become a permanent part of this house. hamsters, fish, birds and a dog have lived, only to die in this house. the ones who made this old house a home have grown, gone away to come home again, hung their wedding dresses in the closet, and created new life again. mom and dad provided for and nurtured three daughters in this orange and brown house, together we made it our home. my parents abide in this house today. i want to thank them for each and every memory it holds for me and the priceless heritage they are giving their grandchildren who are gathering their own special memories, knowing this was their mom's home.
posted by Tera @ 12:28 AM
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