Monday, April 25, 2016

The House That Built Me.

April 8 2016 we had our last family dinner at my parents house before they moved the next day. 
We have had COUNTLESS family dinners in this house ... multiple times a week we all end up here randomly putting meals together with what we have in our fridges as we all say on a group text "let's go to Mom's for dinner tonight."
Many mornings a week we sisters all end up sitting at this house for coffee because we were awake and just like to be together ... especially here.
Random times during the day we'd end up sitting outside in lawn chairs because we just wandered over there to see what Mom was doing. Totally normal.

We love this house and we love the memories it's made for.

I was in third grade when my parents bought this house so almost all of my childhood memories happened right here. It was a little farmhouse style home on a few acres tucked back in a serene part of Little Rock that was just far enough out to feel like you were in the country but totally accessible to "town." The house itself wasn't anything special ... but my mom can make ANY place beautiful and she made this house shine.

This is where we brought Emerson home from the hospital. We really all grew up here. Rachel has designed many events on the kitchen table. Sarah Baker was married in the front yard. I got engaged by the pond. We've hosted tons of grandkids birthday parties and too many of our own. My fav memories are the non-monumental ones: our daily kitchen coffee dates, back deck chats, and weekly potluck dinners. 20905 Country Creek Lane will always have a huge place in my heart and I'm so sad to see it go. Eli and I went back and forth on buying it for weeks, but at the end of the day it just wasn't enough space for our crew. Not gonna lie ... I kick myself on that decision every few days.







This pic makes me especially sad because I feel like it pretty much sums up so many family get togethers once we had kiddos ... Plasma cars up and down the driveway ... Catch being played in the yard and chasing the inevitable toddler run away out of the horse arena next door.





We were all pretty teary eyed that night and took way too many pictures ... but I'm sure I'll be glad I did one day. That's one reason I love to blog... I love to go back and read the stories later- and this is one worth re-reading.



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