our own little corner

I love living back home. It's been an answer to pray . . . but aside from some sweet, wonderful people we left in southern North Carolina, the thing I miss the most is the last house we lived in & the people who we shared that little corner of the world with.

Honestly, we had the perfect set up.

To our left, we had my sweet friend, Trish, her husband & two teen/tween daughters, who loved our kids and were also so kind to us. In fact, Trish {because she didn't attend our church} was a confidant during the period of time when God was calling us to White Stone & the moving process. It was nice to have a friend to talk to about our move & our excitement before we could let others know.
To our right, we had the Claire's, which included Dad, Mom and built in playmates, Sofia & Ava. {who just happen to be our kids ages}
And across the street, the Lewis'. The sweetest, most caring "parent" figures watching out for us. If ever we had a need, they were sure to help us with it. I spent plenty of time with Mrs. Bert in her decorating shed & she was so sweet to offer me all sorts of decor goodies! They also have a pool which they were kind enough to let us use.

And our backyard. sigh. I really miss that backyard. Our swing set. Our fort. The chicken coop. The plum trees. The flat acre of grass & the large gravel basketball and bike riding area.

{our house was A, obviously}

It was a great place. Brock & I often seriously say joke that if we could just pick up those four homes on the little corner of Cheshire Road & move them to this east Tennessee valley, we would in a heartbeat.

I have the fondest, happiest, most content memories from the 15 months we lived in that home.
I don't want to forget that. I want to remember every.single.moment that God gives us.
Whether they are big or small. Glimpses or years. Or 15 months.
It's peaceful to remember.