Dear little Rancher,
You have been a good little house. The past 7 years have been quite an adventure for you! Exciting times, sad times, happy times, quiet times, noisy times......we lived them all right here in you.
It was here that Joel and I came home to after our honeymoon. It was here that he chased the flying squirrel around the kitchen one night. It had escaped into the kitchen through a little hole under the sink, and it was quite the entertainment to watch Joel try to get it back outside!
Dear little house, it was you that heard our happy voices when we found out our first little one was on the way. It was you who helped us to welcome our little girl, then our little boy, then our second little boy, and finally, our Leanna Rose, just four months ago.
And dear little house, it was your floor I sank to just seven weeks ago when we got that devestating call at midnight one night. It was you who heard my sobs as I cried out to God to please, please spare my Mama. It was you who offered me shelter those following weeks as I mourned the loss of my dear Mom.
Your walls have the crayon marks of an artistic little four year old. Your kitchen smelled the aroma of my first bread attempts. Your windows have suffered the dirty neglect of a Mama who is too busy with other things to worry about cleaning them. You have heard the happy sounds of children playing, the sweet sounds of their voices praying.
In short, little house, it is here that we have lived our lives for the past 7 years. And while we rejoice to be moving on to new and different things, you will always hold a special place in my heart. When I look back on my children as babies, it is here that I will picture them. Call me a sentimental fool, if you must, but a very small part of me is sad to be leaving you. Even though you lack the staircase, the fireplace, the big kitchen, the extra bathroom, and the big front porch, I wouldn't have traded the past 7 years living in you. Thank you, little house, for memories that will last a lifetime.