So we have now officially sold and left our first home. Kind of sad, but exciting at the same time. When we had the house built, Stephen and I were very newly married – only a few months into marriage. It was just us – no kids, no dog, both working – Stephen at E&Y and me at Oak Grove. Since then...we bought our dog, Sage. Stephen started working at Southern Company. We had our first son, Elijah. I stopped working. We had our second son, Luke. And here we are today.
There are lots of memories that were made in the house –
- telling Stephen I was pregnant w/ Elijah, in the garage (where he laughed for 5 min before coming inside to find me)
- walking into the house when Elijah was still in the NICU, seeing a poster that sweet Emily Key made with pictures of our new baby boy, and just crying realizing he should be with us
- bringing both our boys home from the hospital after they were born
- dancing around the bedroom to Nickel Creek with Elijah in our arms
- swinging with the boys on our back porch
- Stephen chasing the boys around the kitchen/den while I cooked dinner (always hitting my bottom every time they passed, saying “badonkey donk!”)
- the many sleepless nights we spent walking from our room to theirs when the boys were babies
- the front porch were the boys and I would anxiously wait for Stephen to come home and then, as soon as they saw his car come up the hill, they’d jump, scream, and get so excited to see their Daddy!
- Jogging around the neighborhood to the playground and pool
- Searching for caterpillars around the tennis courts for hours with Elijah, only to learn that they were not caterpillars that we were finding - they were centipedes...
The list could go on and on and on. There were lots of memories that we made there. But it’s the family who made the memories, not the house. We’ll make lots of new memories in our new home in a month! It’s a little scary leaving a great neighborhood and a location that we’re really happy with, and moving to a new place that you assume and hope is a great neighborhood and that it will be a great fit for your family, but you never know. It’s something we prayed about for a while and it’s the house that I felt, the first time we walked in it, that God was showing me all around the house little things that whispered “this is it!” So we just have to trust that God’s moving us to the right house/neighborhood for our family.
In the meantime, before our July 1st (we hope!) closing date, we are living in Stephen’s mom’s “little house.” When they built their house out in McCalla, they built a guest house, which they call the “little house.” It has a woodwork shop for Larry and a complete guest house. They’ve rearranged things, let us use one of their garage bays for storing furniture, let us move ½ our house in the storage above the little house, and have just been so warm and welcoming. We’re storing the remainder of the furniture in Stephen’s old boss, Craig’s trailer and my dad’s trailer. We have TONS of projects we’re going to be working on while we’re waiting to move to Sandy Cove – fixing our large couch where Sage chewed it up, sanding/painting a dresser, headboard, desk, and bookshelves, painting/recovering seats for kitchen chairs, and a few more projects here and there. So less than a month to go!!!