Not only did I remember the many mornings of waking to the warm sunshine softly filtering through the windows but also, all the weekends we would start with opening all the blinds, letting in that life giving light.
I also remembered that not even a month after moving there we got a LOT of rain. Like three days of heavy, non-stop rain.
It was like a safe, dark little cave in there, though. We watched movies and napped and we watched in amazement that our little cul-de-sac did not flood.
Then, I remembered Jake running up the long entry hall every time he heard Ronnie's truck pull into the driveway.
We would open the blind on the narrow window by the door and he would watch with anticipation as Ronnie approached the door, all the while tail twirling round and round.
I remembered the safe haven Ronnie created in the garage during the winter with blankets and heat lamps for Lacey and Maggie. And, I remember them heading straight for that garage door when they came in.
I remembered the sweet sound of Ronnie's key in the door at the end of the day as I prepared a meal for us to eat together.
I remembered Ashley, our neighbor, and her sweet son, Carter, coming to visit and bringing us goodies to eat.
I remember the many days Mama spent there with us.
I remember the many date nights we had, going out to eat and shopping. I remember the pounds we put on too. :)
I suggested perhaps we could keep the house and split our time between BC and Dickinson. We both work part-time jobs. Doesn't seem like it would be too hard. My husband does not agree.
Another way we are different. He is a realist, I a dreamer.
I took lots of photos, as someday I hope we can build a house similar to this one.
Yep, a girl can dream.
I didn't cry that day like I did this day, but I am crying as I write this. I don't know why.
We have a great life here, a lovely little place to live that my husband, brother and nephew put much love, sweat and tears into making it a place I would love. And...I do love it, I really do. My dad worked hard to make this building a reality for his dream of being a photographer and I appreciate all he did and went through to leave a legacy for his family.
And, I know that the most important thing in this life is the time we share with the people we love. So, I can't really explain the tears.
Perhaps now that we are selling that house I can close the door to those memories and really concentrate on the memories we are creating here.
Aaaaanyway...we wrapped up the day with a trip to Pei Wei, of course. And now we look forward to "closing" this chapter this coming week.
Wish us luck.