Thanks For The Memories

I can remember perfectly the three homes I spent the majority of my young life in; I can picture the mirrored dining room on Talcott Rd, the spiral staircase on East Chimney Sweep, and the mile long driveway on Saddle Ridge. I have memories of being at the homes of family and friends. I can still smell my Nana’s house and I can put myself right back to her kitchen table eating baloga sandwiches. I can hear the big trees rustling in my best friend’s backyard as we ran around and played for hours on end.

We recently just bought a new home and we will be moving in a month. The house is just a few miles from where we live now, but it feels like a world away…it feels that way because it is new and different. It is a bigger home, a quieter street, and everything we have dreamed of to raise our family. We will make memories in this new home and someday Audrey will be able to describe the feel and smell of her childhood home. This new house will be what she remembers, but what I will most remember is the house we are in now. I want her to know some things about this small but lovely house we currently call home…

It is the house where newlyweds came home too and began a new life in. It is where a baby’s room was created with love and anticipation and where a newborn and her parents spent many sleepless nights. Its where rowdy Thanksgiving dinners were shared with both sides of the family, and where quiet nights shared by two were spent on the back porch talking and laughing. This house has the first pool a baby dipped her little body in, and where a Daddy built a beautiful swing set that he spent hours pushing his daughter on. This house is filled with love and a sense of family. This house will always be special.

While I am excited about our move and making moments that matter in our new home, I will fondly look back on the memories I made as an adult in house number 4721, with the childlike vision I have for the houses in which I grew up. I might have even actually grown up the most at 4721.