I love this house. It’s old but it’s cozy. This house is home.
I never had a home before. We were the kings and queens of midnight moves.
Never staying in one place long enough to know it.
I know this house.
This house holds my loved ones dearest to me.
My husband. Our children. Our dog.
This house holds our memories.
We’ve had so much laughter in this house.
We’ve had tears too. I love all the moments in this house.
Evenings are my favourite.
Evenings come and it’s time to tuck the kids into bed, to kiss them goodnight.
I love to hug them tight and wish them sweet dreams.
I love evenings when my husband sleeps beside me.
His rhythmic breathing soothes my soul.
I lie in my bed and listen to the house settle for the evening.
I hear the creaks from the wind outside.
Our dog dreams at the foot of our bed, restless, she is dreaming of running.
Her feet make the motions on the floor. Her nails click.
I see the night sky peeking through the curtains that don’t fit the window completely.
The stars are winking at me.
I, who sit and let my thoughts wander,
This house and the people in it, keep me company.
Even thought they don’t know they do.
I think of the old owners who lived here. Are there still traces of their happiness?
Do their memories echo along the hallways and rooms?
Under the stairs there are drawings from the girls who used to live here.
I kept them. They were sweet reminders that other children laughed and played here
They were friends of my neighbor’s son.
Now the same neighbor’s youngest daughter is my oldest daughters best friend.
I wonder when we are no longer here will the next owners leave traces of us?
Will our happiness and love still linger here?
I know the truth is that home is indeed were the heart is.
The five beautiful people that share this home with me share my heart.
I know that is why I love this place so very much. It has love. It has roots.
It has laughter and light. It has everything that I have ever wanted in my entire life.
It has my family.