Monday, April 29, 2013

If These Walls Could Talk.....

As I pack up the nooks and cranny's of this home...I am overcome. Overcome with how much junk we have collected over the last 4 years, but even more so with all of the memories that we have made in that time. The memories made within these walls on Waterfall Drive will last a lifetime and while I'm excited about our future in our new home, I will miss this place.
If these walls could speak, I believe they would tell you about the day we moved in and how excited we were to be buying our first house. Our hopes, prayers and dreams right at our fingertips.
The walls would tell you how Mr. Clean and I stayed in the guest room when we first moved in because I wasn't ready for the size of our new master bedroom. I missed my apartment... our first home. 

They would tell you how many hours I spent painting every.single.wall in this house until it finally felt like "home."

They would tell you about the long evenings I spent reading in the living room while waiting for my husband to come home from working his second job so that we could pay for these walls....

... and about the day that I told my husband that he better find a new job, because we were going to be parents.
If these walls could talk, they would tell you about how many times Kiddo's room was painted before I finally made a decision on the perfect color for my new baby...and then a final time when Boosy came!

These walls would tell you about babies that were brought home here and the joy that filled up every corner of this house. The care which was given to these babes as they took there first baths and the tears that were shed over the pains of breastfeeding and woe's of sleepless nights....

 ...and the tears of loneliness and stress that were shed while Mr. Clean was working extremely long days at that "new job." He worked until late into the night while I paced these floors with a tired infant, holding him until his daddy came home, so he could be the one to rock him to sleep.
But then they would also tell you about the dance parties that happened every night before bed in "momma and daddy's room" and our picnic lunches we had in the living room. they would tell you about the Christmases and Easters, baby showers and birthday parties.

If these walls could speak, they would tell you that the people who lived here were happy and they were surely blessed.The couple who lived here grew their family here. We lived our vows here. We experienced times of plenty and times of want, we loved and we cherished in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. There were times of joy and times of sorrow within these walls. We made our home here. Grew our family here, poured out love here... within these walls.

While I am sad to leave this house, I pray that our new walls will become our home quickly. I pray that the Lord will use our new home to His glory as we raise our children. I pray it will be a place that we can serve our family and serve many others. I pray it's filled with laughter. Dancing. And few tears. I pray that the memories built will be sweet ones that stay with my children for a lifetime. I pray that our home is a place that my children will always want to be at, whether they are 5 or 15, just like my childhood home. I pray the Lord uses our new home as a place to grow my sweet family--physically and more importantly, spiritually. Here's to moving on.


  1. This is just beautiful! MB and I are buying our first home (close in May) and this is exactly what I hope happens in our first home together!

    Miss you and hope you are doing well!

    Brynn (wicked sweet tea)

  2. Holy moly!! That is a tear-jerker!! And the music made the tears flow even more! What a sweet post, you are such a talented writer. I love that I can feel your emotion and tell so much about you in the words you write! Beautiful.

  3. I found your blog through Pinterest, and I have truly enjoyed reading it. I follow several blogs, but I have to say that this is one of the sweetest post I've read in a very long time. Congratulations on your new home, and I pray that the Lord will continue to bless you and your family.

    1. Mallory, thank you so much for your stopping by and gracing me with such kind words. I sometimes forget that there is a whole wide world out there that have the potential to read what I have to say and I'm always humbled when someone new stops by!


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