Today we closed on our house in South Dakota. It’s been a bitter sweet day. We have 18 wonderful years of memories raising our two son’s in that brown house.
I suppose you’re wondering what’s up with all the “brown house” talk when the picture is clearly a light neutral color. You see, for the first 16 year the house was brown. It wasn’t until we got the “call from God” to start preparing for a move in the next few years. So we gave it a good face-lift inside and out. But the new improved version isn’t what I will remember.
I suppose it’s a little like seeing someone you love struggle with illness. You’ll most likely chose to remember their bright smiling face and good times of being on the go, loving life.
When the kids were young and filling the house with laughter and parties and guitar from Joe’s room and rap music from Matt’s, it was a brown house.
At the time the papers were being signed today I took a mental stroll around each room remembering something special that I will keep with me forever.
Just a fraction of the memories include the red bunkbeds the kids would jump off of, the practical jokes with the neighbors, the football parties in the den, the wrestling in the living room, the dropped chocolate silk pie on a certain someones feet in the kitchen and those quiet nights watching the storms on the porch. I’ve got them all right here (tapping my heart).
But it is time to move forward. I don’t want to live life looking in the rear-view mirror. And God has given us a new season of life we could have never planned as good for ourselves and that’s exciting.
So goodbye you wonderful ole brown house on Elm Street. You have a special young family to make new memories with, and I’ve got our memories locked up in my heart safe forever.
Let’s keep in touch!