Tonight is the last night that we sleep in this little blue house. Nathan and I were still newlyweds of only six months when we decided to take the plunge and buy this house. I'm not even sure why we chose this house.
Now, over 6 years later, we move on.
I'm grateful for the memories we've made here. For the birthday parties (SO SO many). For the surprises that we shared, for the shelter it provided during times of grief. We've made some special moments that will always be locked away in our hearts.
The list of fond memories is long. My mind is filled with stories and images of big grins and lots of laughter. We brought the boys home to this house. We lovingly painted clouds on the nursery ceiling, found the perfect stars for Spencer's sky. We picked out new floors and painted the walls (over and over again). We daydreamed about getting rid of the green carpet someday...but it's just so stinkin' soft. We planted roses. We painted the front door purple. We planted a tree. Then the tree died. So we put a swing set in it's place.
We really celebrated life in this house. We lost loved ones and walked through dark doors with friends and family. We triumphed. We lost much. We didn't always praise God, but we wrestled with Him and beat our chests in grief. He always carried us forward. He provided us this place of comfort.
And so grateful. Always grateful.