The House That Built Me

It is 73 years old. It was built brick by brick and board by board by my grandfather, Jake Ross. It was in our family for all of those 73 years. And then, as if it were just a mere moment, that chapter closed for our family on May 10, 2019.

I must admit. That chapter was so hard to close. So hard. There were tears and there still are, even as I write this.

That house was our family. Our heart. It was the house that built me. Built our family. The number of memories in that house would stretch from here to the moon and back. So much love there. So much trial there. So much of God watching and working. Love hammered into the walls and floorboards.

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Dear 2018 …

Well, here you are.  A new year.  If I say that I am so glad that 2017 is over, that would be very true, but 2017 also brought some great memories.

A trip to Europe where memories that will last a lifetime were created.  What a blessing to see the beautiful world and spend three weeks with my sweet, grown up girl. 

Then a trip to St. Thomas where toes in the sand and long breakfasts by the sea with my sweet, second girlie will forever be remembered. 

To a high school graduation and now the babies are all grown.  Wow – where did that time go? Read More