If These Walls Could Talk

This is the last week that Jeff and I will ever live in our current house.  We will be moving out on Thursday, March 31st, and we will officially close on Monday, April 4th.  We will be moving into a rental house for the time being while our saltbox is being built.  While I am filled with excitement and anticipation about this next chapter in our lives, I am also filled with a little sadness to be closing this chapter.  Life is often like that; every new beginning is usually ushered in by an ending.  

When I think back on the 7 1/2 years that we have lived in this house, I cannot help but remember all the good times we have had within these walls.  There were difficult times too, but the good times definitely outweigh the bad.  I think when we can say that, it means that things have been rather successful.  We are going to leave the bad memories of this house behind and only take the good memories with us.  That is something that we should all strive to do.  We all look back on the past on occasion and when we do, we should do our best to remember the good times and let go of everything else.  So, in my attempt to remember the good times, I am going to highlight a few of those today.  

We have had so many wonderful events in this house.  Our wedding reception was held here.  We had many Christmas Eve gatherings, birthdays for our parents and each other, and Mother’s Day celebrations.  We have had friends over and there was the time that a local antiques group came to tour our home.  We spent quiet evenings relaxing with the Ps and rang in many a New Year.  We soaked up the sun by the pool and watched the snow fall.  We had our Country Sampler magazine and our A Primitive Place & Country Journal magazine photo shoots within these walls.  Jeff and I aged a little bit in this house, and we discussed our future and planned our new house and wedding here.  Above all, there has always been love in this house, and we are so blessed and thankful to get to take that love with us.  A house is four walls, a floor, and a ceiling, but a home is a place where love, acceptance and hope dwells.  If these walls could talk, I hope they would tell the story of our time here using those words.  I hope they would say that happiness was experienced here and that peace was found.  I hope they would say that while negative things did occur, the good overshadowed the bad.  The future can indeed be a scary thing, but when we put our trust in God and allow Him to guide our steps, all things are possible.  God can make a way where there seems to be no way, and peace can fill all of our hearts and PEACE MATTERS.  


Below are some pictures of just a few of the good times that we have had in this house.  I hope you enjoy them.