Posted by: gypsytales | October 1, 2009

Not a house…but a home

Our Home

Our Home

On a cold, brittle winter morning in July 1999, Thursday the 8th, to be exact, we moved into our new house. 

For the 10 years that followed it has been a place where we have dreamed about life, where we have made plans for our future, where we have planted a garden and waited months and months for it to blossom.

Our Garden

Our Garden

It has been a place where friends met around the fire place, sipping red wine, laughing and chatting until the wee hours of the morning. 

It has been the place where our little nieces and nephews have come to visit, where little sleepy faces greet yours in the early morning hours.  

It has been a place of confiding our secrets to one another, confessing our weaknesses and sins, crying together over the death of a loved one, bruised from disappointments and sharing our hurts and sufferings that come from living life on earth.    

It is a place we where we have prayed together and a place we’ve learnt about forgiveness.  It is the place where we conceived and lost our baby.  

This place has a story to tell and the years were like the chapters in a book.  We have 10 chapters now….these will be the memories we’ll take with us when we leave…. 

This was not a house….this was our home


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