Sunday, November 28, 2010
MY House
I know I sold this house five years ago, and I am happy where we are, but this is MY HOUSE. I don't know why. Maybe because it is the longest I lived in a house. Maybe because it was my first house, maybe because I became a mother in this house, maybe because Virgel and I remodeled most of the house, including the amazing paint job - by hand. It told me it was the right house for me the moment I walked in it, and it feels like home the moment I put my put on the steps. It is hard to see it being neglected and unlived in. Essentially, the same as we left it, including my curtains still hanging. She has stood for over 150 years, and the last five are the only ones that have not had a family living there. Hopefully, that will change, she will get another lease on life and someone will love her as much as I do and sit on my porch swing and rock their babies to sleep.
Done
Two great friends
More than neighbors
Old neighbors is not even close. It is no way to describe what Naomi and Roger mean to us. I will never forget the first time I met Naomi. We were at the house, before it was ours and the door was open, she came in the front door, just to make sure we were suppose to be there. That was the begining of her checking on us, making sure we had everything we needed. Not long after, Roger and Virgel discovered the common love of everything gun related. If Virgel wasn't home, I knew where to find him - Roger's. It was a given. While there are more years between them than Roger would like me to type, they are two peas in a pod. A friendship that knows no time or distance.
We loved seeing you both again.
Too much fun
Two friends now with five kids!
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