The House That Built Me

Mornings spent eating breakfast at the table.
Afternoons spent napping on the couch.
Summers spent running through the yard and climbing the trees.
Hours of laughter. Knowing I was loved every step of the way.
Days spent playing dolls.
Thousands of gallons of water used to fill up the bathtub.
Years spent talking and dreaming and pretending.
A childhood of memories hidden in these walls.
All of our secrets buried in this soil.
Generations of devotion.
A family born and raised on this lot.

Now years later, with a family of my own, trying to follow in your footsteps.
Mornings spent eating breakfast at the table.
Afternoons spent changing diapers and playing peek-a-boo.
Summers spent running through the yard and playing in the sandbox.
Hours of laughter. Showing my kids that they are loved every step of the way.
Days spent playing princesses.
Thousands of gallons of water used to fill up the bathtub.
Years spent talking and dreaming and pretending.

And now our time has come to an end.
But what a sweet time it was.
Our lives were made richer by the seasons spent on this sacred ground.
We will never be the same.

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