2 weeks ago
281 days ago I birthed a baby in the middle of our living room under the twinkling lights of our Christmas tree. Before we had a name picked out for our fresh family member, I had already declared “we are never moving. We can never leave this house. Not ever.” It seemed like after bringing 4 babies home from the hospital to this home, and then welcoming our last baby under this roof, we were tied emotionally to this house forever.
Here we are just 9 short months later, our house sold and boxes packed.
We have the next 11 days to enjoy what we have designed under this roof.
13 years ago, when we bought this house we set out to make it a home. We quickly started decorating it to be ours, and not long after that we started filling it with belongings, and even sooner after that we started filling it with babies.
Our walls have heard more laughter than could possibly be measured. Babies first laughs, friendship card night laughs, my sisters underage party laughs, Christmas morning laughs and all the kinds between.
Our walls have heard more crying than we likely thought we would do. Death cries, happy movie ending cries, locked out of work with no income and 2 baby cries, loss of baby cries, and all the kinds in between.
We have been angry at one another between these walls, we have been proud of one another between these walls, we have been disappointed and excited and surprised and sad. And the walls of our 1st house together, very quickly became the walls of our home. They’ve held our moments and milestones for us. The walls are covered in pin holes from children’s art work, proudly on display. There are knicks from intense games of mini sticks our children have filled their days with. There’s a worn spot on our living room wall, where one of our dearest friends made his mark by rocking in an old lazy boy while we built a friendship with neighbours bonding over our love of desperate housewives and junk food. The backyard holds the echoes of water balloon fights, and bonfires, running through the sprinkler and badminton games. (Continued in comments)