Mom and Dad have been working TIRELESSLY for the past year, to get rid of things, fix up, clear out, and sell the house. Yes, my childhood home of 2310 Lenrey. I was 5 when we moved in. 4 when we bought it. It is the only house that my sisters Krystin and Chelsea had ever lived in with our family. I spent holidays, first days of school, left for school dances, left for collage from this house. I got married from this house. This is a place of memories, sorrows and love.

Well, today it became offical, Mom and Dad’s home of 32 years now is owned by someone else. I pulled these pictures from the listing online, just to see what it looks like as they are getting ready to leave:

Here is the front, the Indian Laurals, that I carved my name into growing up. That I sat in as a kid, that I climbed and found birds nests in and hid in when I was in trouble.

The grass that dad could never really get to grow. And the side yard mom and dad fixed up with rocks.

The living room, or front room. The one sitting room in the house. All the Christmas’s and Easter mornings spent here. All the movies watched. I had my first “hang with Karl in this room on this couch. We watched Corpse Bride with some friends from institute.

The kitchen. Early morning scripture study, family dinners, learning to type on a computer in this room.

The Kitchen. This is where I learned to cook, to clean, to do dishes. Hours spent making cookies, sitting on the counter, and avoiding doing the dishes.

The boys room/ the kick it room.

The Office/Maryn and Belle’s room/ My room/ Krystin’s room/ the guest room.

The Girls room/ Krystin and My room/ Krystin and Belle’s room/ Belle’s room

Mom and Dad’s room.

Mom and Dad’s bathroom. This is where I learned to do make up, did hair, got my first period…

The back yard. I made my ASB posters on this patio. So many family parties and birthdays and dinners, and slumber parties…Jumping off the roof onto the trampoline. Sun Bathing. Cam sitting in the sun with SUN IN- in his hair.

Here they are, on moving day with Martha and President Hoops:

 

 

 

 

 

Mom and Dad saw this post, and both cried. An end of an era. A new ear for these BABIES begins.