They’d tell you about the blood, sweat and tears, the late nights, and exhausted fights that went into making this house a HOME. They’d tell you about the woman who cried in the paint aisle of Lowes because she couldn’t decide on the perfect gray. Then they’d tell you how excited she was the first time she put the final coat of paint on her first wall. They’d tell you that the paint marks that still splatter the ceiling are left there as reminders of how far she came in the realm of house design. They’d tell you about the giddiness between mom and daughter the day they played hooky to do house projects. They’d cringe a little when they tell you about the amount of homework that was done at the tool strewn table. They’d tell you about the man in muddy cowboy boots who always had a tape measure snapped to the belt of his wranglers and a pencil behind his ear. They’d laugh as they told you about how he knocked down his first wall and feared the whole house was going down with it. They’d tell you about the determination he had in his eyes as he worked endless hours to give his wife her dream fixer upper. Then they’d blush as they told you about the echo of love being made on half finished floors. They’d also tell you about the slammed doors, the more than a few profanities, and the “I give up’s” that were heard amidst the frustrations. Then they’d tell you about the smiles, and joy, and the happiness that came the day they moved in.
If these walls could talk…
They’d tell you about the family that calls this home. They’d tell you about the little girl who is growing up too quickly. The one who loves puppies, and music, and sports. They’d tell you about the prayers she says and how they always include others more than herself. They’d tell you about the laughter that’s shared when her friends come over. They’d giggle a little when they tell you about the huffs and puffs that bounce through the house when it’s time to do the laundry. They’d tear up when they tell you about the most memorable moment these walls have seen, when a puppy surprised her for Christmas. They’d also tell you about how she still loves to be tucked in, and how she’ll always be mamas baby girl.
They’d tell you about the ruggedly handsome man, who comes home covered from head to toe in hard work. They’d tell you about how his first stop when he comes through the door is to give his wife a kiss. Then they’d tell you about his second stop, sitting down with his daughter to talk about her day. They’d tell you his recliner is his favorite spot in the house. And then they’d smile warmly when they told you how he loves to cuddle with his dog. They’d tell you that he’s not perfect, and has made his fair share of mistakes, but providing for his family he has not faulted.
They’d also tell you about the woman who wakes up before sunrise most mornings and stumbles to her coffee pot. They’d tell you her favorite place on Saturday mornings is in her husbands recliner. They’d tell you how she reaches for her bible when she starts to feel anxious, and kneels beside her bed when she’s had a bad day. They’d tell you that she hardly ever misses an episode of Fixer Upper. But they’d also tell you she rarely sits down because she’s always tidying up, something she got from her mother. They’d tell you that every single time she wakes up in the middle of the night she goes to her daughters room and lays the lightest kiss on her daughters head. They’d tell you that her favorite place in the entire world is at home with her family. Then they’d tell you they know that because she often looks around at these walls and smiles with eyes full of a GRATITUDE 💗