BamamaPancakes

I remember walking through it. Going room by room, many of them empty or sparse, already pointing out what we would paint, change, make ours. I remember imagining my life with children filling the rooms, having no idea when or what that would look like, but still dreaming of it. Sheaff proposed to me on this front porch. The snow was over a foot deep. There were no cars, just the quiet of snow falling when he asked me to marry him.   Then the leaps and shouts of our friends and family jumping from the neighbor’s fence, where they were hiding and waiting for the ‘yes.’ The phone calls to family out of town. The joy. What felt like the beginning. And it was. Our friends have eaten, drank, laughed, danced, played in these rooms, across this counter, in the yard, cross-legged on the floor, telling stories, lives intertwining, memories unfolding. We woke up our wedding morning in this house. We walked this neighborhood before each baby came. We brought Wallie ho...