A Family Makes A House A Home

Sometime last Summer, my Dad found out the old farmhouse that he had been renting for many years would be going up for sale. He was given first crack at it, but with all the acreage that was included with the house, the price was much too steep. We hoped and prayed that the house would not sell but late last month my father got the call he'd been dreading. The old farmhouse was sold. When we first learned of the news we were heartbroken....it wasn't just my Dad's home, but it had become like a second home for us as well. We visited nearly every weekend and my children experienced many firsts in this home....first time sledding in the snow, first tractor ride, first time seeing deer and turkey and snakes, first time picking raspberries, and so many more precious memories. When our beloved dog, Maggie passed away three years ago, we buried her on the property beside an old shed. We'd often visit her grave and "talk" to her when we were there. So, it was with a lot of sadness when we helped my Dad pack up and move last weekend. Jack and I cried when we said goodbye to Maggie and goodbye to a home that served us well over the years. With tears in my eyes, I asked Shane how we'd ever get by in the new place and he simply said "It's a family that makes a home. And our family will make a lot of wonderful memories in this new place." I pray he's right and I know in my heart he is, but it still hurts. We're sure going to miss that old farmhouse.