When I moved into this house nearly 17 years ago, I did so with the full intention of leaving and moving into a better neighbourhood and way bigger house within a couple of years. But as time passed, we decided to wait another year and then another year and then….well, I fell in love with this house and my neighbourhood.
You see, this is the house my husband grew up in, this is the house we brought our first dog home to, raised our children in and built beautiful memories in.
Every wall in this home of ours has a story to tell. The floors have nicks and scratches from long dog nails and Hot Wheels cars racing across. Our yard has transformed over the years with new trees planted and fresh blooms galore. It is certainly not the most largest house, in fact, it’s quite tiny to most people’s standards. But it’s ours and it holds all of our memories.
My babies all took their first steps in our kitchen and took their naps in these bedrooms and had their bubble baths in this bathroom.
We love our home and our neighbourhood, our children have forged cherished friendships with their neighbours and we have done the same. It’s the foundation of our marriage and our family.
So if I could, I would tell that 22 year old girl 17 years ago, that she will grow to love this house and that she will experience so many joys there that her heart will be so full.
I love this home, it’s where I belong and it’s where I’ll stay…