That Little Bungalow on The River

     

    Where do I begin? The four walls that have held me & my family for the last almost five years will always be a part of me, and to find a way to concise it into a blog post would be like holding a candle to one of the brightest stars in the galaxy.

    "Oh, it's XXXX square feet, planted on the river, number two, in a row of three other bungalows,” we always tell new friends.

    Next door, there's "Faye-Faye", our child's adopted Grandmother. A small, gated yard that my dog, Popeye, frequently jumps to take a muddy dip in the river bed from time to time.

    "Oh, I wish we had more space", I catch myself sighing to Joey on the regular. But I don't. I want to stay, right here, right where we are in our little river bungalow.

    It's the smells of Sunday pancakes, the constant bumping into each other, and the coziness you feel when friends & family come to visit that keeps my heart here.

    It's the way Joey carried me in his arms over the house's threshold when we returned, sunburnt & freshly married after our honeymoon in Myrtle Beach. It's the way my water broke in our Living Room, and the way I ran down the hall to yell for Joey to "come quick! It's time!" that keeps my heart here.

    It's the way we met my father in the driveway and let him in on the honor of bringing our daughter to her new home on the way back from a week in the hospital. Those precious moments keep my heart here.

    A piece of me will die the day we move away, and I know that day is coming soon. I catch myself tearing up at the thought of leaving.

     I wonder about the memories people must have made in this home before we came along, and I often wonder about the memories people will make here after we're gone. But none will ever be as precious as the moments I've mentioned & the moments I haven't in our little bungalow on the river.

kati