As newly-weds and soon to be parents, we were trying to save money every chance we could but we knew once the house was completed it would ours. So we spent hours after night and weekends doing all the things that we need to do to build a house. My husband and father-in-law would piece together the piles of boards into the walls of each room while my mom and I were price shopping on everything even down to the plumbing pipes. Excitement grew as the construction shifted from the structuring of the house to decorating. We laid tile in the kitchen. Put up ceiling fans. Then the day came that we had worked towards for about 18 months.....move in day. I was and still am very proud of our house. Our house. Knowing the work that we input make the thought of our house even more special. Just a few years later when I made the last mortgage payment, realizing now it really was our house, the special feeling just increased. I love being able to call it our house.....my house.
These walls hold so many memories, 23 years worth. Mike chased Anthony around and around for hours as a toddler. We played a game of peek-a-boo ball (I'll have to explain at another time) with Samantha. Both kids celebrated birthdays. proms, first dates and broken hearts. Countless dinners have been eaten in the kitchen. Numerous loads of laundry washed in the laundry closet. I can't even begin to list the conversations, the disagreements, the hugs and the tears that have been poured out here. It is these things that changed the structure we built to the place we live now. So I will call it my house but they (my family) are my home.