Five years ago today we closed on our first house.
We knew Joanna was on her way, though we didn’t know it was her specifically. After an early loss a few months before, we were still holding our breaths in hope and anticipation when we signed the papers and took possession of the keys.
Walking into OUR home that night, we had such big dreams, but not just for us, but for this baby. I was already planning the nursery before we moved one thing into the space.
Back in June of this year, as we drove over the Virginia state line, into familiar but distant territory, I cried. For all the things that I miss. For all of the people. For all of the convenience. For all of the memories made in our first seven years of marriage.
But mostly I cried for her; for how I felt closer to her again. For how her home and the hospital she was born were so close to me again. For how that place had brought healing, and friends who’ve walked the same road. For how she was there, how she physically existed there. For how she held my heart there through pregnancy after loss and through bringing home her baby brother into a space that was still hers, too.
That home will forever hold a piece of my heart. I loved it so. I love her so. I miss it. I miss her, painfully, still. How can it be five years already?
I am glad that she is here too, in our hearts. In our memories.
Little Townhouse on Helmsdale, thank you. xo
3 thoughts on “Little Townhouse on Helmsdale”
Joanna is with us, always.
Spaces and places hold such deep, dear memories. Sending you, Bill and the fam love and hugs now and always. xo
I’m sorry to see Joanna’s story.
I am a visitor from China.
“And if not He is still good”