laurelwood

We bid farewell to our home this week. Our tiny house, so loved and so meaningful. What a story that house has to tell. 

For me, it tells of pulling up in the driveway and seeing blonde heads in the window. 

It tells of hours spent in kiddie pools in the backyard. 

It tells of coming home for the first time with tiny feet dirtied by a night of wedding dancing. 

It tells of books read on the couch. 

It tells of dance parties around the kitchen. 

It tells of growing a baby and laboring with a baby and bringing that baby home. 

It tells of first crawls and first steps. 

It tells of special dinners and movie nights. 

It tells of homeschooling at the table.

It tells of all it has seen, the beautiful and the tragic, the growth, the pain, the joy, the laughter, the tears, the learning, and every moment in between. 

Farewell, little house. You held so much, and held us in it.