Within The Walls

Do you think that houses hold memories? I tend to think that they do. Silhouettes of voices, people, events embedded within the walls. Maybe I'm the only one to think such notions. But, I really believe that a house holds a bit of soul from those who once lived within.

My mom is in Utah this week, taking care of my Grandma. She drove through my old neighborhood and snapped this quick picture on her phone. When I opened her message, it took my breath away. All of us gathered around this small picture and just gazed at the screen. We looked at it in silence.

I like the home I live in. It holds it's own set of memories. But that house feels like it holds a different life altogether. I brought each newborn through those doors. I became a mother within those walls. My babies learned to walk on those floors. Todd received two college degrees in between all the baby and toddler stages. It feels like a lifetime ago.

A new family now lives there and I live here. But even now, a quick snapshot seems to draw me back to days within those walls. I would hope that there is still a piece of Foster Circus left inside it's core. How could there not be? We tend to leave a mark wherever we go.

I wonder how I'll view future pictures of my current house? Will I be drawn to days of constant yelling and frustration? Or, will I remember smiles, laughter and moments shared together? I guess my answer remains to be seen. It lays within these walls.