Sometimes I wish my children could "know" the house I primarily lived in since the day I was born until Matt and I moved in together in October 2004. They do know every time we drive by the house that mommy used to live there. With the exception of going away to college and living in Alabama for a few years, I spent almost 30 years, day in and day out in the house on Taylor Street. I shared a room with Sherri, had my own room and even spent a few years in a bedroom in the finished basement. As a family we spent hours upon hours swimming and playing in the backyard. There are so many memories. Sleepovers, parties, celebrations and holidays. Getting ready for my wedding day. Sitting in the closets that backed each other in the bedrooms and talking to one another when we were in trouble. Sneaking into Michael's room and getting my earring caught on his trundle bed frame ended with a visit to the emergency room. Some of the best years were when Michael,Tammi and Jessica lived with us while there house was being built. Jessica was just a baby and we would spend hours just staring at her (she was the first after all!). There was even a time when Sherri and Tyler lived with us when he was born. Then there are the tough memories. Watching my Poppy Nat succumb to his death as we cared for him. Bringing my father home so he could be surrounded by his family in his final days. There is no doubt that if my mom still lived in the house I would never be able to feel the same in it without his presence. The house sold on August 21, 2008 and we packed up our lives and our memories. It is the House that Built Me.
THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME
by Miranda Lambert
I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
5 comments:
Perfectly said!! So many memories there. Miss going there. Even riding bikes with Rachel today wished I could stop and go in the front see Dad on the couch and go up to the kitchen and see mom. Used to do that all the time with Ty. Miss dad saying get home safe when I only lived around the block.
AWWWW. LOVE YOU GUYS.....FAMILY.
Omg ... Just beautiful! Brought tears to my eyes as I can relate. Lived in my house on Fairway for almost 30 years until we sold it 22months ago...
Beautiful memories...thanks for the tear jerker :)
Crying! I drove by the house that built me and stopped in the middle of the road staring and remembering when suddenly one of the neighbors beeped. They had been waiting to back out of the driveway!
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