It Started with a House

FINALLY, the day we had been waiting for had arrived!!! We sat in front of the window, patiently waiting.   There we sat, my kids and I.  With anticipation building for a few hours, we all bolted for the door at the first sign of them.  We couldn’t wait to see who our new friends were , we couldn’t wait to meet our new neighbors.   Quickly  the chatter began and Angie and I realized we had more in common than having kids the same ages.  Angie grew up in the same house that my great- grandfather had built. The house my grandfather was born in.  We had just met , yet we already had history together.  But the best was yet to come. I couldn’t have found a better friend to raise my kids next door to, to share my life with and to grow up with in my adult life.  God blessed me and my family that day that moving truck pulled in.  I couldn’t have created a better story if I tried.



My great-grandmother Mamie standing on the porch of the house built by my great-grandfather in 1907.


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