Well we finally sold our house. A single woman about my age is going to move in. I have written her a letter because I felt that I needed to do it as a way of "letting go". I sure am going to miss my beautiful house...
Welcome Home.
Please look after our old house.
My husband and I have made our fair share of memories here over the past 7 years, and we hope there are many memories to be made by you in the years to come.
We bought this house two months before we married. Back in 2004 it was a blank canvas and many willing hands have made it into the beautiful picture it is today.
The very best years of our life were spent in this house. We officially moved in the day we came back from our honeymoon. We also brought our babies home from the hospital to this very place in 2009 and 2011. A tiny developing baby that I lost at 6 weeks gestation is also buried in a special spot on the lawn.
Each room tells a story.
The study is filled with warm conversations between me and my husband when I could find the time to spend a little moment with him after the kids were in bed.
The kitchen has nurtured a love of baking in the past year as I discovered the tastiness and thriftiness of "homemade".
My baby's nursery probably has the most memories. Here I changed oodles of nappies and received oodles of beaming smiles. In the corner of the room I sat each night to feed my babies off to a blissful slumber.
The bathroom has memories of relaxing in the tub after a long day at work and then playful splashes once my babies came along. I laboured with my babies in the shower, floating off into another world as I tried to cope with the intensity of contractions and the aches and pains of a pregnant body.
The bedroom is a sanctuary for comfort and rest. There have been many winter mornings spent curled up in pure blanket warmness after coming home from a long night duty as a nurse.
And last of all the lounge room has been filled with fits of laughter and tears of sadness as we watched some of our favourite TV comedies or a soppy romance movie.
You truly are welcome to make our house your own home. I plan on driving by every few years or so just to show my children the house that they grew up in and to make sure my own memories do not fade.
Bless,
Lauren.
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