A lot happened here. It is our first home. Our children were born here. We both finished our degrees under this roof. dg4 broke his first bone here...awwwww. The memories are thick. If I sit and meditate they waft over me. But then one of the boys crawls into my lap with a book or wants to make ice and I realize it's more fun to make new memories.
When I pack up this house, I will leave without regrets. I will also leave with thanksgiving to my wife, children, family and friends who make our house a home, wherever the house may be.
1 comment:
Ya big softie. Don't forget the blood and sweat over the flagstone gecko.
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