Friday, March 8, 2013

Not My Home {Five Minute Friday}

Five Minute FridayToday I am joining my friends and Lisa-Jo this morning for Five Minute Friday. If you’re new here (welcome!) the rules are simple: Write, don’t edit, link your post to her page, and then share the encouragement like wildfire. You can do that, I know you can. The prompt this week is:  Home


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.

However, I few years ago I realize that although this is my house it is not our home.

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.
Christmas 2012


7 comments:

  1. Glad I stopped by and was reminded that home is more than just the structure no matter how lovingly put together. It's our loved ones that matter and can make anywhere home

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    1. It has taken me a few year to learn to put my focus on my home and not my house. Thanks for stopping by.

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  2. Ditto that!

    Laura Hedgecock
    www.TreasureChestofMemories.com

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  3. I love this, friend...so true that those people we love are what makes a home. (And I love seeing a picture of your beautiful family!) Have a wonderful weekend!

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    1. It is the ones we love and the ones that love us that make all the difference

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  4. Thank you for your comment on mine. :) And I liked hearing about the anticipation of your house being yours--the anticipation of one day having a home. :D

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