The House That Built Me

I have a lot of pictures to post. Lots of summer fun and back to school, but my sister posted something about this and I just had to get my thoughts out on it.

There is a song on the radio called the House That Built Me, by Miranda Lambert. We play it quite often on the Eagle and I tear up every time. (Then they go to traffic and my voice cracks and I think why do they have to play that song!)

For 18 years I lived at 1196 N. Trinnaman Lane Lehi, UT. 84043. It's the house that built me. I have so many memories of that house. It started out so small. A very small living room, a small kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom and laundry room. Over the years my parents added on an upstairs, my Mom's old barber shop, a big family room and dining room. Plus the garage and my Dad's dental lab above. It wasn't fancy. We had a swamp cooler and I remember sleeping out in our hammock in the summer or up on the deck in my bedroom (that was originally the master) because the house was too hot.

I took my first steps in that house. I had my first kiss above the garage (sorry M&D just trying to create a time line!) I loved playing out back and picking not quite ripe peaches and jumping on our tramp and running over to the Colledge's to play Mario Brother's. The Colledge's coming over for our weekly dutch oven night. Sleep over's and parties and soaking in our hot tub out back. Running down the stairs on Christmas morning, our dog dinjy having puppies in the bedroom upstairs, and going out to the barn and watching a baby horse be born. Finding our Easter bunnies and chicks dead in the ditch and then burying them next to our dog daisy out back. Selling shasta pop and candy bars to the guys roping next door. Setting up lemonade stands and trying to sell my hot pads to my Mom's customers. My sister's room that was barely a room (the attic with a 3 ft by 2 ft door)

My bedroom with Macaulay Culkin posters plastered everywhere. Screaming when Tyson Peterson asked me to Prom. I thought it was the best house ever growing up.

Now someone with the last name HAWS lives there. It's written in rocks out front and pop can wind chimes drape the porch. Every time I pass I think, that isn't right. My Mom is suppose to be doing hair in her shop and my Dad working upstairs while watching old Andy Griffith re-runs.
But just like in the song, Momma cut out pictures in better homes and garden magazines and now at their house in St. George my babies are making memories at Grandma's House there and that feeling is there when you pull up. When I drive by the HAWS house now I realize that yes, the house helped build me and shape me but it's the people who lived in that house and who now live in St. George that have helped me become who I am today.. and I'm ok with that girl.