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The house that built me ...

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Goodbye old house. 

As we wrap up the finishing touches on our house, getting it ready for another family to live and love there, I couldn't help but wander down memory lane a bit ... a day later I'm still walking that path. This is our first house. The house we became parents in. The house my babies came home to. The old farmhouse we bought with hope in our hearts and worked our butts off to make it home.   And now it's time to let someone else love it with all its charm and quirks. It's time to build new memories in our new house, but this one will always have a special place in my heart and we still have the scars to remember some of our projects by!

I took a few notes to share some of the stories with you later but for now ... it was a challenge and a joy to live there ... we learned a lot (a lot!) living there, about ourselves and each other, about home remodeling and the limits of our patience ... and we're leaving it better than we found it, and any good scout will tell you, that is as it should be.

I was reminded of this song by Miranda Lambert:

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

 

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