We moved into our house September 1999. Trevor's brother built our house and we are blessed to have a lot of little things that make life easier (like an extra wide and deep garage that fits our van and 4x4 truck and we can still open the doors!). However, lately things in our house have begun to show their age. (1) our fireplace lost a part -see the photo below (2) our wood blinds have cracked in half at the bottom (3) our garage door springs, sprung and trapped our cars in the garage (4) our window shade for the sliding glass door broke (we actually spent over a year rolling them up and tying them with a ribbon after their original strings broke). That's all I can think of off the top of my head.
Don't get me wrong, we are
very blessed to be able to live in such a nice home, with plenty of space for the kids to play. It's just that I've never lived in a house long enough to see it age. Heck, this is the longest I've ever lived in one state! But I love the memories we've already made in this house. I can remember each of the 4 times I brought home a newborn baby. I can remember all the family gatherings we've held here, especially the last time my Opa was here before he passed away. For all these little things that have needed repairs, we've had 10 times more
happy memories.
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