Cut to 16
years later, foundation repairs and many remodels and redecorating. It’s an old house; now 41 years old. It’s still my house but sometimes it just feels
like my old house. A house that needs repairs and updates and
more care than I want to give it. But every day when I walk into my house, it’s
my home. There’s pride and dignity there. It’s a home that has seen a lot of hard work;
and a home where every nook and cranny has been truly lived in. It’s a home where children have been loved and
nurtured. It has seen a lot of physical,
emotional and spiritual growth. It’s a
home that has seen tears; but a great deal much more joy than can be conceived.
Two years ago
I thought I saw some cherries on the fruit tree. Alas, they were not. I still don’t know what that fruit tree
is. But it’s perfect, just like my
house.
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