Tuesday, December 15, 2015

If these old walls could speak

 Mr. Nielson bought a house a few months 
before we were married in December of 2000.
We spent long nights before our wedding fixing holes, 
refurbishing hardwood floors, carpeting, washing windows, 
and painting walls in bold blues, reds and yellows. 
We bought the home and rented out the other side to college students.
I loved this home and loved that it was my space.  I loved that my husband
 could come home from school and work and I would be inside waiting for him.
This house turned 100 years old with us in it.  
We celebrated it's birthday by bringing our 2 day old daughter Claire Elizabeth 
home from the hospital.  Mr. Nielson spent months before Claire was born 
in the nursery fixing it up, making shelves and painting the walls. 
 Once Boss Nielson came up from Arizona to assist Mr. Nielson in his efforts.  
He was such a busy boy with school and work and Boss Nielson's 
help was much needed and so appreciated!
I remember sitting in front of the big front window rocking and nursing Claire.
Sometimes Claire and I would wait on the front steps
 for Mr. Nielson to walk home from work.
The tall walnut trees in the front yard would turn bright yellow in the fall 
and I would rake up the leaves and Claire and Jimmy (our dog) 
would play for hours in them.
I basically learned to cook in that house, and in the winters I
placed Claire's wet onesies, my socks, and blankets before bed
on the antique radiant heaters.


This house had tons of old-school charm with quirky rooms,
fantastic fireplaces and beautiful windows.
I think I am feeling extra nostalgic lately because Mr. Nielson 
and I will celebrate 15 years of marriage on the 16th. 
 This house is where everything began!  
Not to get too personal or anything, but I spent my first night as a 
married woman in that house, and Claire took her first steps there.
Jane was also brought home from the hospital to this house and
when I was in labor with her I slipped out the front door and walked 
around the neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning. 
I have driven past this house a million times and then one day I just 
decided to make my girlies
stand in front of it to remind us of the good times we had there.
This home will always be my home.
She has since been bought and fixed up nicely.
Mr. Nielson and I lacked money to do much to her
but the AC unit that my dad bought us as a housewarming gift 
and Mr Nielson installed is still upstairs in the dormer window.
(Now I feel like crying a little)
If these old walls could speak
What a tale they'd have to tell, hard headed people raisin' hell
A couple in love livin' week to week
Rooms full of laughter, if these old walls could speak
If these old hallowed halls, if hallowed halls could talk
These would have a tale to tell, the sun goin' down and dinner bells
And children playin' at hide and seek
From floor to rafters, if these old walls could speak

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Luke 2:9

And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the
 Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.