Dear Beloved Foreclosure,
Do you remember the first time we woke up surrounded by your walls? I do. After Grunt Labor had woken up and stared at the ceiling for a while, he turned his head and asked me why I had talked him into this.
It was a very valid question. After all, we didn’t even know if the water worked or if there were any problems with the electricity when we bought you. Both were turned off and we had “toured” you with flashlights. You were a foreclosure and we knew nothing about your past. We just knew there was work to be done – and lots of it.
And so for the next two months, we worked. We worked every day from 8-ish until we could no longer stand. We ripped out walls, installed new flooring, remodeled a bathroom and the kitchen, put new carpeting in all the bedrooms, painted every single wall, put in all new trim and doors and painted all of that too. We survived on Diet Mountain Dew and Cheap Beer and washed our dishes in the bathroom sink because we didn’t have a kitchen one for quite a while.
And when it was done, I heard you breathe a sigh of relief and smile. And so did we.
We brought our baby home to you less than a year later and it was between your walls that she learned to walk, talk, dance on tables and use the word shit correctly. The latter is of course my fault and not yours though. And when we realized we had no clue how to be parents, you let us have a good cry and then made us suck it up.
You’ve been witness to countless family dinners that included lectures about keeping grades up which sometimes fell on deaf ears.
You’ve seen our arguments, wrapped your arms around us when we couldn’t hold back our tears, and been there when we thought moonshine was a good idea.
Most of all though, you provided shelter for a whole lot of love to grow.
We thank you for all of it.
Thank you for dance parties in the living room.
Making us princesses one minute…
…but superheroes the next.
Thank you for lots of giggles and bedtime stories…
…tons of hugs and funny faces.
Thank you for being able to withstand our Zoe dog and holding our Zie dog in your embrace forever.
Thank you for front porch evenings which usually required homemade popsicles.
Thank you for growing our flowers tall even when the blooms are doomed to get picked off by the Circus.
You were a good house.
We’ll love you forever.
I put together a new home tour page of the Beloved Foreclosure here if you want to see more.
All photos in this post were taken by Kenney Photography. If you’re in the Chattanooga area, I highly recommend them.