It was all about The Home we were in.
On July 20, 1969, forty five years ago Neil Armstrong took his famous walk on the moon. Last weekend was a weekend of reflection as so many recalled where they were on that evening and how they felt. It was a night to remember. The news, blogs and posts I read were filled with so many lovely memories and stories.
It seems it was a time, perhaps a moment, when everyone stopped and watched. It was a united feeling of joy for the astronaut's safety and accomplishments. And with that night came an emotional inspiration for what the future could be.
But more than those collective feelings that we all shared, what struck me most was where I was. It was all about the home we were in. I could not help but look back on all the wonderful memories that home gave to us as a young family and still holds within it's walls.
Although we have all moved on and those days have passed, our old home is still there and it is where our memories go back to all the time.
It is where my sister and I sang in harmony out our bedroom windows at night, it is where we built tents made of sheets and blankets, met our childhood friends that we still have today, spent summers in the pool, dinners under a yellow fringed patio umbrella, days riding bikes down a dangerously steep hill with hands up in the air, days when our Mom and Dad were young, we were all together as siblings, Neil Armstrong walked on the moon and we lived in THAT home that gave us a beautiful life and so many cherished childhood memories.
It was no house, it was a home. A home that is forever etched in our psyche and memories. A home that is an extension of who we are today.
Yes, we always say how important homes are, we are in the business. But it really does strike you on anniversaries like this, remembering the night of July 20th, 1969. When we really do realize..."my gosh that was a wonderful home," and we know it will always remain with us like a First love.