Another Monday is under my belt. The day went pretty quickly and I'm now home with my beautiful baby. She is sweetly sleeping at the moment, which is rare for this time of night. I still can't believe she turned 4 months old today! While in the grand scheme of things this is merely a drop in the bucket, it is still hard to fathom that she is now this old. She has grown and changed so much!
Speaking of changes, I got a call from my mom today. She called to say that the old farm house that I grew up in was torn down some time recently. This causes a lot of mixed emotions to surface. This was the house where some fond childhood memories were made. It is also the house where I had to grow up way too fast, tears were cried, fears were faced, and forts were made.
Over the years this home became a house I no longer recognized. My parents divorced when I was 8. After a while, my mom, sisters and I moved out of the house and into a small house in town. The farm house became an every other weekend, 6 weeks out of the summer home. Happy childhood memories became few and far between for us in that house. Some of the best times there centered around building forts out of random materials found around the farm.
The walls in that house had many stories to tell. One of their last would be the sudden, unexpected passing of my dad last year. Sometime after his death, family went through his things and that's where it pretty much ends. The sentiments regarding the demolition of my childhood home are bittersweet.
I pray our children have countless fond memories in our home. I pray their memories are filled with love and kindness. Even now we try to ensure that our home is a safe place for the heart, soul and head to rest. May God bless and always be the center of our home.
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