- waking up each morning to geese honking
- the view of the Logan temple from my back window
- Gavin in his own room with a rocking chair (an actual nursery, if you will!)
- watching some pretty amazing sunsets with Jotham on the front porch
Just before we left, I walked through the Richmond house one last time and was at peace with leaving. The kitchen, living room, bathroom. Goodbye. I walked upstairs, looked around the Master Bedroom, then headed towards the kids room when slowly and unannounced, I felt my heart seriously constricting, and then suddenly right there in the middle of the upstairs hall was the heart ache. I have walked, run and stumbled blurry-eyed so many times down that hall, between my room and the room where all of my babies have slept. But no more.
Only emptiness.
Only an empty hall leading to an empty bedroom.
An empty room that once held a crib and all of my babies.
As I turned to leave, the walls that once protected and watched as we lived and laughed, cried and dreamed. They seemed to whisper, "Its okay, You were happy here, yes, you were happy here!"
Only emptiness.
Only an empty hall leading to an empty bedroom.
An empty room that once held a crib and all of my babies.
As I turned to leave, the walls that once protected and watched as we lived and laughed, cried and dreamed. They seemed to whisper, "Its okay, You were happy here, yes, you were happy here!"
i must've connected with that post cause I got all chocked up
ReplyDeleteIt must almost be my period, because that hit home. There's just something so tender about the house that you bacame a family in.
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