We sold our home in Granger, In. this week. Done deal, handed the keys over, said our goodbyes from Kansas. Starting over in a new home is a strange experience, especially since so many “firsts” happened in Granger. The finality of it made me think, “What makes a house a home?”
What makes a house a home?
A thousand memories .
Laughing, first steps, first bike rides, first days of school, secret club houses and fairies in the bushes.
Flashlight hikes, hide and seek, bubble baths and dress up games. Monsters in the closet and under the bed. Captured toads, snakes, and butterflies.
Tears, trials, slammed doors, quiet moments. Hugs of confidence, apologies, forgiveness, honor.
Open doors, summer breezes, shared meals, inside, outside, around the fire.
After dinner dance parties, esteemed guests-pretend and real.
Secret hideouts. Secret handshakes.
Thunderstorm watching on the front porch, star gazing from the backyard hammock.
Sad endings, closed doors, goodbyes, see you laters.
What makes a house a home is the love that holds the walls up when everything’s pressing in. What makes a house a home is the people that are there at the end of the day when everyone else is gone.
What makes a house a home is family.
Goodbye Granger house. Thanks for the memories.