Should be Day 178.
I have stood here for the past 33 years. I wish I could move, believe me, but I was designed to be rooted to this foundation, always having things happen to me but never being able to experience them myself. I suppose having a house play basketball would look pretty funny though. Since I couldn't move, I have the advantage to see and hear all sorts of things.
The first family that moved in was a newlywed couple. I was honored to have them choose me as their place to begin their lives. The bold, and sometimes cute, declarations of love and compliments lingered in the air for several months, and they were always bigger than any fights they had. I got excited with them when they had their first baby and their second. Justin took his first steps on my floor, and Maria used my brick exterior as a prop for her doll family. I was proud to keep the little family shielded from shivering rains and biting wind. The corners of my living room walls cracked when I found out they were moving because I was too small to house their new addition that was coming. If I had tear ducts, I would have cried along with them when they moved.
The Jeffersons were an elderly couple that had picked me as their new home to retire in. Mrs. Jefferson was a natural homemaker. She baked a pie or batch of cookies almost every day. From the looks and sounds guests and family gave when they ate them, Mrs. Jefferson must have been a fine cook. She covered my windows with chintz curtains that had to have been at least twenty years old. Her garden was just as impressive. Roses, lilacs, petunias, shrubs, and herbs grew around my base and often tickled my skin. It was fun when their grandchildren came over too. I could experience the giggles and pattering feet more often.
More families have come and gone, dinging up the walls, wearing me away little by little. I grew to love all of them in some way. Those first two have always been dear to my heart.
Good one. =)
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