This House was built with L.O.V.E

From Memento:

"What was the house you grew up in like? How would you describe it? Was there a place in it that was special to you?"

Coming from a divorced home, I have many memories of several houses. My first home as a baby... I don't recall much.  I know my parents were still married, the curtains were horrible, and my parents got a divorce.  The memories I have, I only made because they were recored in video or my mom shared stories with me. I have pictures of me sleeping in a tent on top of my bed every night.  My mom told me how happy it made me, and was a simple pleasure. 

The next house I lived in until I was 7 or 8.  I have numerous memories of Frasier. I can still remember the next door neighbor kids... and the layout of the house vividly.  The backyard was HUGE and my sister and I shared a room down in the basement.  It was cool in the hot summers, and freezing in the winters. I have the most amazing birthday parties and battles with my siblings. I loved that house. Not because of the actual house, but it was the last time my brother and sister lived with us. 

My dad had adventourous homes.  I loved them because I didn't live there every day.  He let me ride the lawnmower for fun, built me a tire swing in an old tree, and lay on the roof to watch the clouds.  Not too sure if he was ever really supervising me. I would like to think so. I also remember getting to watch for foxes at night with him. I loved it. I had a secret room at his house on Willow Street. It was my craft room. Not any bigger than a closet. He even let my little brother and I draw on the walls. I would give anything to walk through that house right now... Just so I could remember him.....

With my mom... We lived in 7 houses from the time I was 1 to 18 years of age and moved from Colorado to Texas.  My favorite Texas home would be the one on Dogwood. Maybe it was because I was older and the memories were easier to keep. I know my room was exactly how I wanted it and I had the whole top floor to myself. No siblings to share it with, since they stayed in Colorado. When I would go to back to CO for the summers to visit my dad, she would always redo my room. What great memories! I would love coming home to my room being completely transformed.

Now as a Military Family... we keep moving. I really don't know what I'll do when someday we settle down and make ALL our memories in one house. That will truly be a blessing! I think I am at house number 17 at the age of 26. (Not including all the ones I lived in with my dad)

This House was built with L.O.V.E

From Memento:

"What was the house you grew up in like? How would you describe it? Was there a place in it that was special to you?"

Coming from a divorced home, I have many memories of several houses. My first home as a baby... I don't recall much.  I know my parents were still married, the curtains were horrible, and my parents got a divorce.  The memories I have, I only made because they were recored in video or my mom shared stories with me. I have pictures of me sleeping in a tent on top of my bed every night.  My mom told me how happy it made me, and was a simple pleasure. 

The next house I lived in until I was 7 or 8.  I have numerous memories of Frasier. I can still remember the next door neighbor kids... and the layout of the house vividly.  The backyard was HUGE and my sister and I shared a room down in the basement.  It was cool in the hot summers, and freezing in the winters. I have the most amazing birthday parties and battles with my siblings. I loved that house. Not because of the actual house, but it was the last time my brother and sister lived with us. 

My dad had adventourous homes.  I loved them because I didn't live there every day.  He let me ride the lawnmower for fun, built me a tire swing in an old tree, and lay on the roof to watch the clouds.  Not too sure if he was ever really supervising me. I would like to think so. I also remember getting to watch for foxes at night with him. I loved it. I had a secret room at his house on Willow Street. It was my craft room. Not any bigger than a closet. He even let my little brother and I draw on the walls. I would give anything to walk through that house right now... Just so I could remember him.....

With my mom... We lived in 7 houses from the time I was 1 to 18 years of age and moved from Colorado to Texas.  My favorite Texas home would be the one on Dogwood. Maybe it was because I was older and the memories were easier to keep. I know my room was exactly how I wanted it and I had the whole top floor to myself. No siblings to share it with, since they stayed in Colorado. When I would go to back to CO for the summers to visit my dad, she would always redo my room. What great memories! I would love coming home to my room being completely transformed.

Now as a Military Family... we keep moving. I really don't know what I'll do when someday we settle down and make ALL our memories in one house. That will truly be a blessing! I think I am at house number 17 at the age of 26. (Not including all the ones I lived in with my dad)

Momento

I love to write. Hands down... It is probably one of my favorite things to do.  For my 26th Birthday my husband got my this bright red book called "Memento."  It wasn't until now that I sat down and actaully read what it was about.  It is amazing. 

The forward talks about why and how the author came to start this book.  It wasn't until a phone call with his dad.  Later that night he got a call that his father had uexpectedly passed away from a heart attack (Sounds like my own personal story of losing my dad). Weeks after this death, him and the rest of his family were going through their father's belongings when he came across this worn journal.  He recoginized it, only because he gave it to his dad as a gift.  His dad had written all of his adventures astories,,,, wisdom and advice... successes and failures.  What an amazing thing to find after your parent passes away. 

From experience, when you lose a loved one... there are so many questions left unanswered.  There are stories you wish you would have asked.  There are jokes you wish you could remember.  There are times you wish you would have bottled their laugh. 

This book... builds a story of your life. It is meant to become an heirloom. It is meant to pass down the past to newer generations of your family.  So much of the past goes missing now. We are in such a hurry to discover new things, ways to do tasks faster... When does it stop? 

I know I don't blog often, even though it is a passion of mine. I think I have lost where my priorities lie. I am going to complete this book.  Not only for me, but for my husband, my son, my Neices and nephews. My future granchildren. For the future.

I hope you enjoy this journey I am about to begin.  I may write everyday. I may write once a week.  I will write though. I will share my stories, my successes and failures.

Here is to a new year! Love to all.

Momento

I love to write. Hands down... It is probably one of my favorite things to do.  For my 26th Birthday my husband got my this bright red book called "Memento."  It wasn't until now that I sat down and actaully read what it was about.  It is amazing. 

The forward talks about why and how the author came to start this book.  It wasn't until a phone call with his dad.  Later that night he got a call that his father had uexpectedly passed away from a heart attack (Sounds like my own personal story of losing my dad). Weeks after this death, him and the rest of his family were going through their father's belongings when he came across this worn journal.  He recoginized it, only because he gave it to his dad as a gift.  His dad had written all of his adventures astories,,,, wisdom and advice... successes and failures.  What an amazing thing to find after your parent passes away. 

From experience, when you lose a loved one... there are so many questions left unanswered.  There are stories you wish you would have asked.  There are jokes you wish you could remember.  There are times you wish you would have bottled their laugh. 

This book... builds a story of your life. It is meant to become an heirloom. It is meant to pass down the past to newer generations of your family.  So much of the past goes missing now. We are in such a hurry to discover new things, ways to do tasks faster... When does it stop? 

I know I don't blog often, even though it is a passion of mine. I think I have lost where my priorities lie. I am going to complete this book.  Not only for me, but for my husband, my son, my Neices and nephews. My future granchildren. For the future.

I hope you enjoy this journey I am about to begin.  I may write everyday. I may write once a week.  I will write though. I will share my stories, my successes and failures.

Here is to a new year! Love to all.