In This House
Boxes may now grace the rooms of this house, But not long ago, This house was a home. In this house, Babies have been made and babies have grown. Two of my babies have taken their first breaths within these walls. So many firsts have graced these walls - first cries, first laughs, first steps, first words. So many meals have been enjoyed (and not enjoyed) together. The scent of home cooking and new baby smells have wafted through many noses. Laughter has rang through the halls and rooms. Tears have formed rivers as grief has taken hold. Moments upon moments of silence have passed by as I've just rocked and watched my kids breathe and sleep in my arms. I have grown up from just a girl to a woman to a mom. I have watched as my husband has grown from a boy to a man to a dad. We have grown together. We have fought and yelled at each other and we have fought together for each other. We have yelled at the world together and the unfair ugliness that can accost you at