The house that made me.

  It’s a white house that sits at the end of a long dirt road. Fields used for hay sit on either side with a pasture of cows in front of it. There’s a huge pine tree at the bend as you pull into the driveway with a weeping cherry tree that is the picture of southern elegance in the spring and a reminder that beauty fades in the winter. You can find any tool or piece of equipment you need to help fix up a tractor or lawn mower out back. There’s a garage where my first car is parked, a Jeep. It’s the kind of car my dad wanted me to have. See that big tree beside it? There used to be a swing set there, now a picnic table sets in that big trees shade. I recently saw that old swing set, I can remember many times on that with my dad working near by and mom tells me that he and I enjoyed it even more when I was a wee toddler. There’s a building that sits nearby that my dad built with his own two hands, It’s lovingly referred to as the cat house, because when I was in elementary school I found a cat that my parents let me take home. I was so afraid of it running away that I had dad put lattice board over the opened windows so that she would stay here. There are the dog kennels where some of my childhood best friends lived. Sir Philip Blackman, aka Blackie the black lab that loved my dad so much lived there until he was 14 years old. Now my pretty white with black ears, princess Lexi lives there. She’s scared of people but she loves her family fiercely. I get that. There’s a wrap around porch that my dad put in lots of hours to build, I remember because I helped him some. That’s where I learned what a 2×4 and 4×4 was. I hammered nails that dad would have to take up because they were crooked, but he never complained because he was happy I was helping him, The house is just big enough for the three of us, but it over flows with love. That kitchen there, is where we would cook dinner and eat around that table. That bedroom right there was where I slept with my mom until I was older than I care to admit because I was scared to sleep by myself. She and dad would sit there with me at night and they would go over spelling words or multiplication tables before I went to sleep. That’s where mom would read me books till I fell asleep. That living room is where we would have our Christmas tree and our Christmas dinner with family. Dad loved the Christmas tree, after it was all decorated we would turn off all the light and he would say “Look at that. It’s beautiful,” That recliner is where I would watch golden girls while my hair dried in the mornings before I would go to school. It’s the room where mom and dad sit in their chairs while I cried because my first real crush didn’t know I liked him and my dad said “Baby it’s not like it was when your momma and I were your age, if you like him go after him.” It’s where we had arguments and down out screaming matches but always made up and said we were sorry. That’s the room where a hospital bed was set up when dad came home from the hospital after 5 months. It’s where we would always find our Buddy curled up in someones lap or maybe taking up a whole chair.  That room right there is where I lay my head down to sleep now. It’s where I woke up the morning that my dad died and cried because he was gone. It’s where I sit now pouring my heart into words. Now it’s the house that mom and I are packing up and selling things after having spent my whole life here. It’s the house where I learned to be brave, believe in God, know that I am no better than anyone else and nobody else is better than me, witnessed miracles, grief, happiness and sadness. This is the house that we may not have had a lot of money but we had love and that was enough. Yeah, that’s the house that made me.