Monday, July 30, 2012

A House and a Home

This is our old house. 

It was J and I's first house.

It was where we brought our baby when we left the hospital. And where he learned to crawl, walk,  and talk.

It's where our family of two became a family of 3.

We celebrated 3 Christmas' in this house.

We raced remote control cars in the driveway and drew animals with sidewalk chalk.

It's where J and I got engaged.

I cooked hundreds of meals in this house and we had lots of family dinners. We even had a few picnics in the living room.

This house was our shelter during the 23+ inches of snow we got one Winter.

There were lots of laughs and some tears.

This house was our home.

A little over a month ago we moved into our new house. The first week or so the new house didn't feel like a home.

I missed the old house. I couldn't think about the old house and all the memories that came with it without getting tearful.

And then one night as I was getting ready for bed, our new house started to feel like home. I finally felt like living at the new house was becoming normal.

I will always think fondly of our old house. We had lots of great memories there. But the memories don't live in that house. 

We love our new home. It has lots of space to grow. There will be plenty of Christmas', birthdays, dinners, and laughter. Maybe we'll even bring another little Fish home here. 

But no matter what house we live in, as long as we have our family, we will always have a home. 

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