When you say good-bye



The Kid during their first
 summer at the house



We sold our house in Guymon and WHAT A RELIEF!  Such a weight off the shoulders of us poor people!   It was weird to walk through the house for the last time.  I did it in silence and I swear I could hear so many memories of the kids growing up there.  I heard the kids doing the dishes while speaking in french and singing the theme song from China Beach.  I remember them sitting at the table and helping each other pick out their next years school courses so they could be in each others classes.  I especially remember the food fight the boys had in the dinning room with mashed potato and gravy plus ketchup!  I can see the house full of the youth group and screaming kids while watching a scary movie at one of their MANY movie parties.  A stain in the den floor reminded me of when Ryan split the entire bowl of hot sauce and looked at me as if he thought his life was over.  I remember having the large family Christmas tree up in the formal living room and watching and listening to Tanner & Kye, 14 and 15 at the time... singing "Could this be Santa" from the veggie tales, while waiting for Kyes dad to pick him up.  I remember all the times Katie had all the cheerleaders over at our house for 6 years straight practicing the tryout routine using the big window off the patio for the reflection.  I remember the big parties the kids would always seem to have in our backyard and how no matter how many pizza's I ordered, it was never enough! I remember Matthew running all around the house, making it impossible to catch him when he was in trouble, and all the birthday parties he had there.   So weird how the house speaks to you when you say goodbye. 

It was a great house to raise my family in.  We were all blessed to have had that house, those neighbors and that town for that time in our lives!