[Kelli Gambee (@kellijeane) is a dear friend and wife to a friend from my high school days, Tony. Bianca and I have watched the Gambee family grow over the years and, through mutual friends and social networking, become re-acquainted in the last year or so. It is with great pride that we repost Kelli’s post of gratitude for her home.]
Yesterday, I walked into my house and was overcome with joy. It caught me by suprise and I still don’t know what prompted it, but I paused to ponder the feeling. As I did, I remembered a comment that someone made not too long ago about my house being “petite”. When the person said it, there was an err of righteousness to their voice that took me off guard and I questioned if this person felt that I was lacking something because I have a “petite” house. Yesterday, as all these things came to mind I thought, “I’m gonna blog about this”.
The thing is that I LOVE my home. It’s unique, colorful, warm, welcoming and yes…small–by the standards of many that I know who live in my area. What’s funny is that there was a time when I didn’t even notice that my house was smaller than some. When we first moved in here ten and a half years ago, this place felt like a mansion compared to the 800 foot cabin we lived in when we first got married. I would stand in the kitchen at the top/bottom of the stairs looking up at the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and down at the family room and marvel at all this space…I would think to myself, “I can’t believe I get to live here”.
Ask anyone, my house isn’t anything special. It’s a nearly 30 year old tri-level with leaky ceilings, creaky hallway floors and stinky well water. We don’t even have a garage anymore because we wanted a room for the kids to be able to hang with their friends and the way that made the most sense to us was to use the garage. The cars are just fine outside.
I guess it’s all in how one looks at the gifts they’ve been given. Not only have we been given a roof over our heads, which would be enough, but we have been given so much more.
I still stand in that same spot in the kitchen and get teary eyed at the blessing we have here in this home. I love my bright walls and the smokey smell of the family room from the wood-burning stove. I smile when I walk into each bedroom because it expresses the unique personality of the ones who dwell there. I love that my children have had the opportunity to live two doors down from grandma and grandpa and I will cherish forever the memories that have been made here and the friends that have graced our threshold.
I still can’t believe I get to live here!
[Here’s the link to all of the 31 Days of Thanksgiving posts.]