- My dad taught me how to sing and harmonize along with him by the fireplace.
- I learned how to read with my brothers help in my old bedroom downstairs.
- My pops taught me how to ride a bike with no training wheels in the grass by the barn.
- I met two of my greatest childhood friends in my moms at home daycare.
- On my 14th birthday, my dad let me drive the car around our neighborhood a few times, boy did I think I was cool.
- And of course, two of the best weddings of all time!
That is just the tip of the iceberg! I could go on and on forever.
The house was to close on Monday May 21st, so naturally we decided that we had to go out with a bang. We travelled across the mountains to be together there one last time. It was so much fun! Looking around at everyone laughing and enjoying themselves really made me think that this is a small taste of what Heaven will be like. All love & laughter.
It was a lot more difficult to say goodbye than I expected. I know that it is just a house and that I cannot take it with me when I pass. But picturing another family living there just made me so sad. Even though it was just a house, it was my house and that house holds my memories (among many other peoples memories as well - not trying discount that at all! lol).
Needless to say, the ride home was really hard. But I know deep down in my heart of hearts, that it's not the home that makes the family. It's the family that makes the home. I thank God every day for the incredible family that he has blessed me with. They truly are my small piece of Heaven here on earth.
Blessed beyond words,
Mrs. Hart
