After years and years of researching, debating, and soul searching what’s next for our family (not to mention joking about five people sharing one bathroom), we made a great big monumental decision last year. We decided that rather than moving to a house that kind of fits us, we’d build one that’s just right. In the same exact spot. In the place where this family — our story — all started.
We’ve moved to a rental home nearby and it’s been exciting getting the project underway and knowing what lies ahead. But saying goodbye to what we left behind? Well, quite honestly it’s been hard to tear down the walls that held us up for so long. Before we said goodbye, my friend Jessica Rosenberg, the talented blogger behind It’s My Life and author of the great read Aloha Also Means Goodbye, came over to capture us living — and loving — in our very first house. As I looked through the photographs, I couldn’t help but reflect on how much has changed in the ten years since we moved there. And I got to thinking…what if these walls could talk?
If these walls could talk, they’d tell a love story. One that twisted, turned, and grew equal parts more lovely and messy with each new chapter.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell the story of a boy and a girl who walked through the door with their hearts as wide open as their dreams. This boy and girl, they bought this house — these walls — they couldn’t begin to fill, sure that with enough love, it would be just right in no time. That the echoes of empty rooms would eventually be replaced by the pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood.
If these walls could talk, they’d speak of heart-bursting joy, heart-breaking loss, and the sweet lulls of contentment in between. Of the girl and the boy becoming a mom and a dad. They’d murmur deep truths like cries of joy, tears of frustration, screeches of pain, and coos of satisfaction.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell the story of two people who worked hard, loved hard, and tried so very hard to create a sweet spot for the little boy they loved even more than cookie dough. They’d cough uncomfortably remembering the amount of Lysol that was diligently sprayed at the mere mention of germs, and knowingly laugh at the number of ear infections that resulted in spite of it all.
If these walls could talk, they’d reminisce about the girl crying as she bid her sweet boy farewell to leave for the hospital, knowing — with great certainty — there was no possible way she could love another one quite as much. But they’d say it with a wink, because, of course, she was so very wrong.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell you about the time the boy and girl came home reeling because the third little boy they were expecting was actually a girl. That they suddenly looked at those walls differently — wondering if there was room for pretty and pink in a house so very overflowing now with toughness and trucks.
If these walls could talk, they’d brag about so many firsts your head would spin. First promotions. First plus signs. First words. First steps. First “I love you”s. First all-by-myself rides. First all-by-myself books. First friends. First trophies. First report cards. They’d also have to point out, of course, the not-so-wonderful milestones. First stitches. First forever goodbyes. First hurt feelings. First injured prides.
If these walls could talk, they’d dish about tear-stained pillows and marker-stained tables. About stacks of celebratory red cups and mountains of dirty baby bottles. About hilariously burned dinners and painfully burned bridges. About the seemingly endless supply of streamers, toys, and dust bunnies.
If these walls could talk, they’d whisper secrets shared among friends turned family. Some of them while laughing wildly over wine, others while exposing the most vulnerable depths of the heart over tears.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell you about how the boy became a man. One who went from grooming the best lawn in the neighborhood, to spray painting it into a football field to bring his mini-me pure joy. One who now responds with ease and confidence to “Babe”, “Daddy”, “Dad”, “Coach”, and “Boss”.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell you about how the girl became a woman. One who went from not knowing to not second guessing. One who slowly rocks side to side holding anything from a backpack to a cup of coffee, even though there hasn’t been a baby in her arms for years. One who couldn’t be more proud of the people who graciously call her “Babe”, “Mommy”, “Mom”, “Friend”, and “Writer”.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell you that the boy and girl were right. That the echoes of emptiness were replaced by great big sloppy love. By music that’s always just a little bit too loud. By enthusiastic shouts that don’t seem to remember how to whisper. By belly laughs that often suggest trouble is brewing. They’d tell you that trying to contain these five big personalities in this small house grew more and more challenging by the day.
If these walls could talk, they’d tell you they were tired. That they saw too much commotion in the middle of the night. That there was too much contact with heads, trucks, and balls. That they wished they’d witnessed more compassion and less yelling.
But, most importantly, if these walls could talk, they would sigh that deep refreshing, soul-filling kind of sigh you feel when you finally reach the story’s happy ending. Because, they’d say, it was really what was inside that mattered. Not the walls, but the love, spirit, and passion that still stands tall. Though the walls are gone, the people who were inside them will continue to hold each other up. And while that family will build a new house — new walls — the truth is, wherever they are together, that’s where they’ll be right at home. (Even if it takes a few more tear-stained pillows to realize it.)
This was so sweet, it brought tears to my eyes. We are constantly thinking about our next move, what is bigger and better than what we have now. For some reason, we just haven’t really gotten serious about it all. I think that in the back of my mind, it’s because we would be leaving behind so many wonderful memories that I’m just not ready to part with. If only a re-build would be an option for us. I think you made a great choice! Good luck with all the little details that will consume you in the months ahead! I have no doubt that you will handle it all with grace and laughter! xo
Thanks so much, Christina. I wish you the best as you figure out your next move…even if it’s no move at all! xo
Wow. Beautiful, Amy! What a loving tribute. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, my friend!
Amy, having just recent left my dream home in NY for my new adventure here in the Bay Area, this post touched a deep place in my heart. Saying goodbye and letting go so that we can allow more love and joy and adventure in our lives is not an easy step! How beautiful to have such memories captured in still photos for you to be able to look back on and remember with such clarity. Congratulations on your next steps of this amazing journey!!
Your adventures have been inspiring, Amy. I’m sure it was hard to say goodbye, but I’m so impressed by how you’re embracing “hello”!
Such a lovely post, Amy! Hope the new construction/upgrade goes smoothly.. and there will be many many more memories to be made in the place that would be just right for all of you! Cheers.
Thank you, Vrushali! I hope you and your family are doing well!
You and Matt are wonderful parents. Your post was touching and beautiful and honest 🙂 I’m excited for all of you as you await your new home!
Thank you so much, Renee! We are very excited, but it’s surprisingly bittersweet.
So nice, Amy. Having watched all 5 of you grow in so many ways over the years, I’m going to miss all that during the construction process while you’re away. I nearly cried watching some of the things come out of your house as the de-construction process is underway. I have to remind myself that y’all will be back with more milestones, more firsts, more memories, and more growth. You know how glad I am that you’re staying on our little culdesac, and even considered offering a house trade at one point to make sure it happened. So happy for all of you!
Oh, Linda, the tears have been flowing in our house too. We so desperately miss “home” even though we’re not far away. We’ll be by to visit often! Thank you for all you do to make our street so worth staying a part of. xo
Beautifully said as always.
Thanks so much, lovely Sherie!
Exciting times ahead. Congratulations on your bold big steps.
Exciting indeed… Thanks, Heather!
Oh Amy That was such a beautiful story. I also sit here with tears in my eyes. What a wonderful family you are. It does not matter where you are home is all the love you just described. I would say best wishes but you certainly don’t need them…..You have the ingredients for the perfect life ….. thank you for sharing this beautiful story.
What a lovely comment. Thank you, Donna. We do have so much to be grateful for!