Tuesday, July 1, 2014

The House on Mary

Our first house was on Mary street. I can look forward and imagine telling Brenton about the home he spent his first few years in where he said his first word and reached so many milestones. I think of Emerson's first months of life here.  So many memories made in four years here so good and so sweet.

It all began with the Sara sticker in the window in the back bedroom that meant it was marked for me. The tall ceilings that showed me potential and made me fall in love. The short sale that took months and months and tested my patience. The full gut renovation that didn't take months and months and moved me forward. Leaving the apartment and making a house a home.

There is so much I have done here. Learned here. Become here. First and foremost becoming a mother. Something I never knew I wanted but am so glad I dove in because the ocean of parenthood is deep.

There are so many things I will never forget about our time here. Being pregnant twice and bringing my sons home to this house top the list of wonderful moments.

Brenton playing on his first swingset. His obsession with his sandbox. The back door we just left open so he could run in the backyard. The steep steps he learned to climb and fell down once. The walls filled with pictures. The kitchen I designed and loved to cook in. Thanksgiving and Christmas and even Halloween where we finally got to give out candy to trick or treaters.

Making friends with neighbors. Young and old. Street fairs and Cranberry Festivals. Great restaurants and cute shops. A small town and a city. It was a wonderful four years.

As I pack our belongings ready to move into our big new house of possibilities, I reflect on our time here. It was wonderful. Not because it was always happy because it wasn't but because it was life. It was our life. It was where Rolston and I started our family.

There were hard times but we fought and came out stronger. Thank goodness the hard times were few and far between. We have been lucky and I am grateful for all of it.

I will certainly look back fondly on this time in our little house on Mary Street. It will be hard to say goodbye in some ways and easy in others. Missing things about living here will not be about missing these four walls but carrying with us what we have built that will make our new house our home.