You know that thick lump you get in your throat when you
need to cry? Well, I have that. I’m honestly not too much of an emotional
person, but I can be very sentimental.
For the past 7 years Trey and I have lived in the same house
in Senatobia. It’s the second house we've
lived in and owed together. This is the
longest I have lived in a house in my entire life. And yesterday we sold and closed on our
house.
Trey and I have invested a lot of time, love, and money into
this old house. It’s a fabulous house
that someone bought, completely gutted, and updated. We have made several changes and added a few
things here and there. This is our house
and I am so sad to leave.
I remember waking Trey up telling him I was pregnant with
both boys. I rocked my babies for hours
upon hours in this house. I have watched
them roll over, crawl, and walk in this house.
I have put together birthday parties, play dates, and family gatherings
here. We have seen the sheer joy of
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny coming to our house on our boys’ faces.
Our house has quirks.
I know these quirks. I know how
the doors sound when you close them. I
know that certain parts of the floor squeak if you step on them just
right. And I usually step on the wrong
parts at nap time. I love living by the
train tracks and watching my boys get excited to watch it ride by. I love the church bells and hearing the
mailman come bright and early in the morning.
I'll miss the sweet that people always wave when we are out in the yard. It’s so nice to live right in the middle of
town and literally be second away from your destination.
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