Saturday, August 20, 2011

love grows best in little houses

We live in a little house. Not tiny... but small compared to many people we know. We bought this house in 2002, when we had been married only 5 months. We were still newlyweds with our whole lives ahead of us, and we filled this little house with our hopes and dreams for the future. The following year one of those dreams came true and our little boy was born. We brought him home from the hospital to this little house. I spent many nights sitting in the old rocker in the living room, holding my baby tight in my arms while he floated off to dreamland. His bedroom is right across the hall from our bedroom, and at night I could hear him move in his crib and babble in his sleep. No monitor needed in this little house. This is the only home my son has ever known.
He is getting so big.

As the years have gone by we have filled this little house with memories of our family: birthday parties, Christmas gatherings, Sunday morning breakfasts, and everyday life. This small house has served us well over the years. We've had good times here, and not so good times. But those good times far outnumber the others.

Lately we've been considering moving into a larger house. Our business is doing well and it would be the perfect time to make the change. We went looking at show homes the other day. The homes were beautiful... big and shiny and new. Each member of our family could have their own floor in most of the houses we saw. I began picturing our family living in one of these big houses. I left the show home with a feeling of longing.. of wanting.
View out our kitchen window.

We arrived back to our little house somewhat late. J had fallen asleep in the back seat so my husband picked him up and carried him inside. We walked into the cramped foyer and up the narrow stairs to my son's room, then gently snuggled him under the covers in his bed. My husband left and I just stood there for a moment. I watched my boy sleep for awhile... I looked around his room... then out into the hallway and starred down to the end of it. From this vantage point I could literally see from one end of the house to the other. The memories of all of the wonderful times we had in this house started coming back to me as if flood gates had opened in my mind. I could feel the love that flowed through these tiny hallways and little rooms. And I smiled and remembered a song from years ago. grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

This song by Doug Stone played softly through my head and I thought to myself... he's right.

As much as I loved those big, beautiful houses, I think we are going to stay put in our little house. At least for now.


Debra She Who Seeks said...

I have always lived in small spaces. Little houses and cramped apartments. I'd love to have more space too but quite frankly, you couldn't pay me enough to live in one of those big McMansions. Quite apart from everything else, the heating bills will kill ya and that's only going to get worse in coming years.

Carin said...

Such a beautiful post Sara! Gave me a lump in my throat. And I've never heard that song, but the lyrics you shared here are wonderful.

We live in a small house also. And yes, there are times when I sigh and wish myself away somewhere else, somewhere bigger, somewhere new and shiny, but I do love this house and the memories we've created here (two children for a start) and I work hard at renovating it so it is even more perfect for least for now.

Sara said...

Debra, I agree with your points completely. I can't imagine the costs associated with such large houses. And for three people, we just don't need the space.

Carin, thank you. I enjoy renovating our little space too to make it perfect for us.

Amber said...

Beautiful post, and so so true. I will have to look up that song; I feel so defensive when people put down my little house, and that we have so much family in such a small space.

I feel like there is more than enough room for us here. We are blessed, even if others don't see it...I know it in my heart. :)

Cinner said...

Sara this is a beautiful post. I just don't understand those great big houses with nobody to fill them up, maybe I am saying that because I could never afford such places. my 856 square foot home will do just fine. I have to look up that song too. take care. you have a wonderful heart.

Sara said...

Thank you Amber. I truly love that you have your wonderfully big family in a smaller home. I can imagine the fun you all must have and the love you share being so close. It makes me smile.

Cinner, thank you. That song is a fairly old country song. I haven't listened to country for years now so I'm thinking it might be something like 15 or so years old. But the good songs stick with you.

Madeline said...

Your house sounds lovely and perfect for y'all. I miss the little house that Levi and I used to live in. Our house now is way bigger which is good because there are more people, but it's so much more of a pain to clean.

Beth said...

Good choice..

Sara said...

Madeline, oh yes... just thinking about cleaning one of those monster houses makes me cringe.

Beth... thanks. :)

Barbara/myth maker said...

Beautiful post, Sara.

RunninL8 said...

Such a lovely post....and so like the house we live in. Still working on our addition to make it a little bigger and more liveable, but staying put none the less.

Sara said...

Thank you Barbara. :)

Dana, good luck with that addition. We may try that one day.

Holly said...

You are such a beautiful, beautiful person. You make me think and feel. I am better for having found you on this blog space of ours.

Sara said...

Love you Holly.

Ciara said...

What a beautiful, touching blogpost, Sara. I know what you mean. I like to think our not-too-small but not-too-big house is just right for us. For now at least.

Sometimes you just know, don't you?