My parents have offically sold the home where I was raised. We moved there in February of my third grade year so that is the house that I remember the most. I never realized just how emotionally attached I was to my childhood home, until the realization that I would never again drive up Eaton Court, walk into the laundry room, or run up the stairs to my bedroom. I was ok with that...or so I thought. One afternoon I was listening to Miranda Lambert's song
The House That Built Me and tears came to my eyes. I knew immediatly that I HAD to go home one last time. After talking it over with Ryan, I took time off from work, scheduled an independent study with Makena's teacher, booked two free flights and one purchased ticket all in two days. One week later, the kids and I were on a plane to Michigan. Ryan couldn't make the trip so I went alone...on a plane with three kids...one was a baby...I prayed...hard...for a great flight. Guess what? It went PERFECT!!!!! My children were angels the whole time and it was a long day of flying for them. Well, my trip back home was everything I wanted it to be and more. The kids and I had so much fun! We hung out with the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, family friends, college roommates, high school friends, picked apples, laughed, made smores, had a "bonfire", visited Custard Time twice, shopped, and made memories. I wasn't sad to say good-bye because I had my closure. The house I grew up in will always be special and filled with happy memories. I can only hope that my children will one day remember their childhood home with pleasure!
Digging in the sandbox at Auntie Lori's and Uncle Tim's house.
Bryn loved the doggies at Auntie's!
Brody thought this swing was awesome.
My first real job! My favorite item...blue raspberry/lemon-lime glacier not mixed....yummy!!!
LB and Sarina
My Uncle Bill, Lori, Brodes, and Me
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| Aunt Diane and Me |
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| Makena, Nate (Donna's son), Brody |
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| Brody...conked out from the trauma of splitting his chin open. |
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| Goofing off with Papa |
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| Cutting the Lawn |
