This old house has seen me through more than half of my adult life.
We moved in when Shiloh was 4 years old and Huck was 4 months old (2008).
We have so many heartwarming memories in this house.
The kids and I sent Robert off on many travels and adventures from this house and joyfully welcomed him home when they were over.
I taught Shiloh to read in this living room. I think I also taught her to dislike math here too. Whoops!
The kids learned to ride bikes on these sidewalks, learned what being neighborly looks like from our kind neighbors, and developed life long friendships with some of the greatest people right here on this street.
They experienced the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus here. Built forts, obstacle courses, fairy houses and leprechaun traps in this yard. Had late night conversations and tenderhearted prayer times in their bedrooms.
Their dirty little fingerprints are on every doorknob, door, door frame, window, window pane, windowsill, wall, corner, baseboard, countertop, cabinet…you get the idea.
The hours of snow shoveling done here will not be missed, but jumping in the giant piles of snow will be.
This house is where I planted my first garden. I experienced life coming from my hands. I also experienced death coming from my hands as this is where I learned that I am not a good gardener.
We named our giant maple tree in this front yard Mr. Bark. He hosted many squirrels, birds, fairies and gnomes. He had canopies, tents, faces, and fairy doors hung from his trunk.
Mr. Bark was also the home to our joy-filled tire swing. Our kids and many neighbors spent hours swinging here. The swing became an airplane, a pirate ship, a boredom-buster, and a friend gatherer.
We brought Louis and Bowdrie home to this house. We will miss watching them view the outside world from our living room bay window, but we have fond memories of cuddle and play time with them here.
It was in this house that my marriage died and, by the grace of God, was resurrected. This is the house we separated in and the house where we reunited.
This house hosted many counseling sessions, crying sessions, yelling sessions, and making up sessions.
This is where I was when I received the news of my dad’s death. This is where my friends came around me and helped carry me through that loss.
I had a late term miscarriage in this home. We said goodbye to a little life in our upstairs bathroom.
Then I gave birth to Weslee in this home. We said hello to her in that same upstairs bathroom.
This house hosted birthday parties, halloween parties, dance parties, bonfires, christmas concerts, bible studies, and neighborhood soup nights.
It’s been the holder of happy times and sad times, and it has held my family well.
I’m so thankful God saw fit for this house to be a part of who we are.
722 Palace St, you are a wonderful piece in our story.