This is my home. It wasn't always, but really it was. I grew up in this house. This house holds many memories for me, and, through time, was made my home. Between every other weeks and Tuesday nights, this house was made for more than just sleeping.
This house was made for cooking and cleaning. This house was made for many Christmases and birthdays, many parties and dinners. This house was made for baking cookies and cuddling kittens. This house was made for marking the growth of all who have, do, and will live in it. This house is for memories.
When my parents divorced, my dad moved back in with his parents. Slowly, each of his three kids moved in also. Slowly, each of his three kids will move out. I don't know what the Lord holds for this house, but I hope it's something good.
HW<3
No comments:
Post a Comment