Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Saying Goodbye....


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We sold our house yesterday. The papers were signed and now our eldest son is the proud owner of a home that has been in my husbands family for 3 generations.
 
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The home was originally a wedding gift from my husbands grandparents to his parents. They lived here for almost 50 years. Sadly my husbands mom passed away in 1987, his dad sold us the property in 1989, and we’ve lived here ever since.
 
Joe riding the pony
 
This is a picture of what it looked like when my husband was a child. He’s the one on the horse.
It’s changed a great deal over the years, as homes often do. I think my husband is a bit sad about leaving, but happy that it’s being passed on to the next generation.
 
This house has held a great deal of memories for us over the past 24 years…..
It's welcomed new babies, heard the pitter patter of first steps, its walls have heard the echo of first words, heard the cry of a mom and dad sending their child off to war, celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, proms, family gatherings, enjoyed the screams and laughter at Christmastime, and so much more.
 
It's the place my husband called home as a child, later to be called home by our children, and now our grandchildren will come to know it as theirs.
 
That makes me happy!
 
Blessings,
Julie

4 comments:

  1. So many major things are happening! But they are all good! Thinking of you. Congratulations to your son!

    Susannah

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  2. We are filled with many blessings. God is good!

    Julie

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  3. It is always easier to leave when you know you can come back to visit...such a blessing that the lovely old home can stay in the family.

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  4. I never thought of it that way. Thank you! It's so true.

    Blessings,
    Julie

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