The house that built me.....

Don't you love that song? When I hear it, I think Miranda is singing to me and only me. 
I go home to the house that built me everyday, I am lucky enough that my Mama still lives there.  She not only watches our blue-eyed girl after school in this special house, she also watches our puppy girl, the huge backyard is Sookie's classroom.  What would we do without our Nana and her house on Grand Dr.?

I was born in this house.....this little house with two rooms and walls of brick.  I have pictures of my Mama in her bed, the bed she still has in her room holding me only hours old.  How cool is that?  Now granted....I was born in the bathroom, but still cool right? 
Most memories I have growing up involve this house.  I remember camping in the back yard with my sister, swimming until 2 a.m. with my Mama watching letting us have as much fun as possible.  Or the days where my Mama couldn't take the mess of our room so she would make us go in and shut the door....checking on us every hour to see our progress.  We cleaned but we mostly talked and played. 
The backyard is a magical place....full of bike and go-cart ride memories.  It also has a small pet-cemetary in the very back....4 dogs, 2 goats, 1 pot belly pig, a couple guinea pigs, a rabbit.....fish, turtles.  I loved every single one of those animals, and I still can visit them in the magical back yard when I need some cheering up.

The day James and I got married, Cassie came over to stay the night with Buddy.  I remember walking in the next morning and her still all snuggly in our bed with our Buddy Joe....I was so excited to wake her up and tell her that we ran away and got married.  Although, she already knew......it was still fun to wake her up and tell her.

My memories of being pregnant with Calista and being on bed rest for 8 months are in this house.  Not a fun thing really to have to stay in bed for 8 months. However, laying in the same room I grew up in waiting for James to come home or my Mama to call me to check on me and tell me everything would be okay made it not so bad. 

One of my favorite memories during my pregnancy was after a cardiology appointment that was not good in any way shape or form.  My aorta had grown considerably and my chance for surviving labor was getting more grim.  After this news, my Mama, my James, and I left the office and went to the house that was waiting for us with open arms.
We laid in bed, me in the middle and them on both sides of me....the two people whom I loved the most and the daughter I couldn't wait to meet kicking away in my belly just laid there in the same room I played Barbies in.  We prayed and laughed and cried......hoping it would be okay.  We stayed there all day...it was a day I will never forget, thank God for that day.
The day we brought Calista home from the hospital was to this special house.  This house is just as special to her as it is to me.

I have spent a lot of time in this house the past couple of weeks trying to help My Mama get her brand new computer working.  Her office is my old bedroom....although it is white now, when I walk into that room it still looks pink.  My day bed is still there and I can't help but want to curl up and  lay under the window and be still.  I remember playing on our Commodore 64 while it sat on our fancy new computer desk, which my Mama still has in her office.  Funny now I am in this room fixing her new computer when she used to teach  me to enter information on our Commodore to play a game.  OR when the Easter Bunny left a riddle on the computer to where all the eggs were.....

I love this house, and I do believe this house loves me.