Thursday, October 09, 2014


My parents recently moved into a new house. They had been at the "old" house for about 10 years. It is the only place the grandkids know as "Nana and Tata's House". It is where we took the twins trick or treating for the first time ever. They dressed up as ducks. It is where we have had the last 10 Christmas mornings. Even the ones where we had to Skype in Elaine and Kelly from Florida. It is where we had our luau/poker tournament baby shower when we were pregnant with Phi. It's where we had the most amazing 3rd birthday for Phi, you know the one where Mom ended up in the kiddie pool. It is where Joey and I had our wedding reception and where I danced with my cousin Roman for the last time. It is where we have had beer pong tournaments, star gazing around the fire pit and I am sure thousands and thousands of cold beers.

Phi was really sad about the move and there is no doubt that it does suck. She kept going over all her memories from the house. I stopped her in the middle of listing things and told her that just because we do not have that house anymore doesn't mean we don't have those memories anymore. Those memories are for us to have. Forever.

Over the 10 years at the old house I have taken some of my favorite pictures of my family.

It is not the house or the trees that I love about these photos. Its the people in these photos who I love more than life itself. And those people are still our people. We may be changing where "home base" is, but what as long as the 14 of us have each other it really doesn't matter where home base is. As long as my Mom is there to hug us and Pops is there with a cold one for us when we get there, that is our home. They are the heart of the family and this new house is giving us a new background to a lot of new memories. 


  1. Well said! We we moved after 30 years, our kids and grandkids didn't understand how we could leave the only home they'd ever known us in.

  2. Anonymous7:36 PM

    Elissa, this brought tears to my eyes. Change is not always easy I don't care old we are! When Duane and I moved from the only house my oldest grandson and granddaughter had ever known as "Nana&Papa's" house, it was very hard on our grandson. I agree that it's important to focus on the memories that we will always have, the photos that help remind us of our lives during certain periods of time and most of all, the good memories that will be made with the people you love more than your next breath. So long to this loving, unforgettable home of your Mom and Dad's and on to making the new home a place your entire family will always treasure. oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

    Love, Sherry P.

    1. Thanks Mrs. P! I have to tell you how much I love your comments. Thanks for reading.


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