Tuesday, October 18, 2011

House sick

It's just a house.  Right?

Wood. Nails. A little paint.

But it also houses beautiful, irreplaceable memories - first baby, first food, first steps, first Christmas, second baby, third, fourth and fifth baby.

And those not so beautiful, but equally irreplaceable, memories ~ messes, fingerprint-stained doors, smudged windows, "art"-covered walls, scratches, dents, and ketchup-stained ceiling (don't ask).

Bob and I were married in 2003 and bought our first town house in Virginia Beach. We lived there for 11 months when we found out God was moving us to a new city, giving us both new jobs, and blessing us with a baby.  We sold the house (in less than a week), moved into a garage apartment in the middle of nowhere (seriously), and waited for several months while we searched for our new home.

We moved here in January 2005.  Five months later, our sweet Robbie was born.  And nearly seven years later, we are bursting at the seams.

So we had a little photo shoot for our beloved house.

Our house has been on the market for about six weeks, and I am praying that God sends just the right family to make this house their home.

We have purchased a new house and will be moving in the next few weeks.  Each night, I pray that the moving and packing fairies will come while I am sleeping.  That seems to be my best bet of getting everything ready to go.  So far, no luck.  But fingers crossed.

I am so very thankful for our new house and cannot wait to get everyone and everything settled there.  (And Pinterest seemed to come along at the perfect time for all of my decorating and creative ideas!)

But in the meantime, I am taking in all the memories and still trying to wipe off the fingerprints.


1 comment:

Jennifer said...

It's not just a house, for the simple reason that you made it a home. But one of my favorite things about you is how you keep memories alive, and therefore wherever you and your family go, those sweet memories (and the messy ones too) go as well. Can't wait to see the new house! And if those packing fairies show up, please get their number for me.