Home

“Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
    Sarah Dessen


We need I want a bigger house. When Kevin and I met he had just finished building a small teeny tiny itsy bitsy house. After we got engaged, we decided there was absolutely no way that Kevin and I (and let's be honest all my stuff) could fit in his house if it stayed it's current size. So we added on. Addition #1 was 2 bedrooms, a bath, and a laundry room. It was still a little house but it met our needs. It was even ok when in June 2008 we added Manning to our family. Then in August 2009 we found out we were expecting Myers, that's when we knew we either had to move or add on once again. So we called a contractor and this time added on a large playroom/den and a huge walk-in closet to our master bedroom. Time rolls on and here we are almost 8 years after that first addition and we have FIVE people living in this house. Things are tight. Manning and Myers share a room, Kevin and I cant get ready at the same time, (because our bathroom is too tiny to accommodate both of us in front of the mirror) and our wedding presents are still in the storage containers my momma packed them in while we were on our honeymoon. So you ask, "Why don't we just move?"

That is the million dollar question.

We want to and we even have plans to do so....but as much as I want to move forward there is a whole other list of reasons why I want to stay in our house forever.
They are more emotional than practical. Nevertheless, they hold us here at least for the time being. First (and probably most convincing) is the point that plenty of families live in much smaller houses and have more kids than we do. Secondly (and more significant to me) is this house holds our memories. Kevin purposed to me right here in our living room. This is where our life together began; where a blind date became a lifelong relationship. This is the only house of mine that my momma ever saw. I remember pulling in the driveway, returning home from our 7 day honeymoon cruise, finding our moms waiting on the front porch to welcome us back. She told me how beautiful I looked and I remember thinking how happy she was. For so many years, we wondered if she would live long enough to see me grow up and marry. She had made it. (She died a short 11 months later) This is the place that I have brought my three babies home to. The list goes on and on.

So for now we stay and wait. We both know that God will open the doors for us to move when He is ready. I pray that I will be content no matter how frustrated I get with the lack of space and also that my heart will be ready when the time inevitably comes when we decide to move.