It's Just a House

It’s just a house they say. Which I completely agree with…kind of.

 

It’s just a house we dreamed up about 10 years ago.

It’s just a house that Brandon literally built.

It’s just a house we brought 4 children home to from the hospital.

It’s just a house that has homed 3 dogs and a litter of boxer pups (oops Memaw).

It’s just a house where I recovered in from miscarrying our baby girl.

It’s just a house I hung all of our favorite memories in.

It’s just a house we had the privilege of sharing with other children who needed a safe place to stay.

It’s just a house we had the toughest times in.

It’s just a house we had the best times in.

It’s just a house Alaina broke her arm at.

It’s just a house we’ve held countless football parties at (Go Gators!).

It’s just a house we’ve celebrated many a birthday’s at.

It’s just a house we’ve thrown surprise parties at.

It’s just a house our two oldest asked Jesus into their hearts in.

It’s just a house we’ve showered future mamas in.

It’s just a house that our life group has gathered in.

It’s just a house that is known for the 4th of July.

It’s just a house surrounded by our family and by friends we call family.

It’s just a house we run out of each time Brandon drives by in the firetruck.

It’s just a house that I thought would be our forever home.

It’s just a house we are moving from…and while it may not be permanent, it kinda feels that way.

So ya, it’s true.  It’s just a house.