Little Pink Houses For You and Me

When Chris and I got married, 15 years ago, we were young. Too young. And this is the type of house we lived in. Although I think the picture of this house is nicer, you get the idea. The one we rented was more run down, and PINK.

We've come a long way, baby.

Where an empty highchair sat in the kitchen in hopes that a baby would one day fill it. It took far too long, and was far too painful. But six years later that dream came true.

Where the rent house was pink, and the age was old, and the roaches hung out.

Where the marriage was hard, and the pain was great, and the joys were few.

Where a little blond-haired girl had to live two different lives between her Mom and Dad's house, and fought the battles, and felt the pain associated with that daily.

Where the black lab named Molly lived.

Where the decision to be a full-time mom was made.

Where the locks were changed.

Where the decor of choice was "country."

Where there was NO dishwasher.

Where I first learned about "the Internet."

Where I once owned a cat.

And where I learned to be a wife, and a mom, and what perseverance really means.