This may look like an ordinary house. It's small and worn. It doesn't look like it could hold much. The Christmas lights are still up. The yard may need some work. This may look like an ordinary house, but I can assure you that it is not.
Four generations have visited this house.
It has seen arguments. It has seen fights. It has heard and seen more stories than anyone could count. It is the background in countless photos. It's been a part of Easter Egg hunts and Christmas Dinners. It is hardly ever a quiet place. It is one of my most favorite places.
It is where I first drank coffee.
It is where I made my first friends.
It is where I always felt safe. No matter the chaos. No matter the noise.
It may seem crazy. It may be overwhelming.
I love it.
It is my Mamaw's house.