Today, we officially sold our house! If you would have asked me a year ago about selling/moving, I would have told you there is no way I would agree to that anytime soon. Then again, a year ago at this time, I was wearing motion sickness bands and sipping ginger ale as I took my anti nausea meds trying to manage being pregnant and having a 3 year old. So selling our house and building again was nowhere on my list of things to do.
It’s been 6 years and 9 days since Jake and I moved into 6181, our first home. We were planning a wedding, I was settling in to a new job and together we decided to build our first home. The process was exciting…although I’m sure Jake would tell you he never wants to look at grout color options again in his life.
Looking back at the memories and all the firsts we had in that house makes me love it even more. I wish I could relive them all over again. If only those wall could talk….
They would tell you about how we almost killed the hydrangea plant given to us as a wedding gift, but saved it and planted it in our front yard.
They would tell you how much we loved Toby from the beginning.
They would tell you how easily Toby potty trained and how much his nails scratched the hardwood floors.
They would tell you when we first moved in our grill tried to run away… in our yard that had no grass.
They would tell you how shocked we were to find out we were expecting Carter.
They would tell you about the days Toby would sneak up the stairs and lay at the foot of my bed while I was on bedrest.
They would tell you about the night Toby “exploded” and covered a wall in poop in the middle of the night and how Jake and Toby tracked it through the house. And the laughter as I being super pregnant I tried to clean it up while Jake gagged.
They would tell you how in love we were with Carter when he came into our lives.
They would tell you that the first time Carter rolled over, I squealed so loud in excitement that I scared him and we both cried together.
They would tell you how Toby is kind of a loud sleeper.
They would tell you that Carter’s first word was “gog” (dog) said in the living room with Toby.
They would tell you about the successful meals we made and the ones we threw out and brought back McDonald’s.
They would tell you that those monthly milestone pictures weren’t easy.
They would tell you about the long days and nights Jake spent getting his MBA to make our lives better.
They would tell you that the kitchen also doubles as a toddler basketball court.
They would tell you that there is no greater sound than baby giggles.
They would tell you that there were a lot of sleepless nights being up with Carter, Toby or Maxwell.
They would tell you that Christmas music is only listened to while dancing and singing along.
They would tell you that the front porch was used for “first and last day of school” pictures.
They would tell you that Carter loves pancakes and Toby loves when Carter throws pancakes.
They would tell you how we held each other as I miscarried our angel baby.
They would tell you about the great friends we have.
They would tell you how excited and nervous we were when we learned we were pregnant with Maxwell (which happened to be 6 years to the day of when Jake asked me to marry him).
They would tell you about the snacks shared and how Toby always scored big time.
They would tell you about the sick days and how Toby is always there to snuggle.
They would tell you about game of hide and seek and the infectious giggles that always came from playing.
They would tell you we suck at staying up late.
They would tell you how having brothers is the best.
They would tell you that in the front sidewalk are the initials CMC lightly written into the concrete.
They would tell you that playing under the barstools is fun until you realize you don’t know how to get out.
They would tell you that conversations with Carter are hysterical.
They would tell you about how Jake, Carter and I all came down with the flu… at the same time.
They would tell you that we were one of the firsts houses in our neighborhood so there was always construction traffic and one time I ripped the mirror off my car trying to avoid hitting the workers.
They would tell you that Jake and I can put together furniture without killing each other.
They would tell you that Carter first learned to ride his bike on the sidewalk in front of our house.
They would tell you that we cheer loudly for IU.
They would tell you that great lessons have been learned here.
They would tell you that we try to teach Carter kindness by giving to others on his birthday.
They would tell that sometimes big dogs stay on the porch.
They would tell you that messy is worth it.
They would tell you we buried St. Joesph in our front yard while it was raining and Carter wore a transformer costume.
They would tell you that leaving this house and this neighborhood was one hard decision and we will forever cherish the memories we had in it.
Carter and Toby 