little blue house

a little over eleven years ago

a young couple and their one year old baby girl

moved to a town called medway.

they purchased a tiny 

two-bedroom,

antique colonial, 

ironically located on mansion street,

in the town's historic district.

the little house

with dreamy wide pine floors

was a fixer upper

who the couple poured into

while their baby girl slept.

the yard was itty bitty, teensie weensie,

but it had walking access to the charles river,

where the family sailed boats and hunted for worms.

the family hosted very cozy 

holidays,

birthdays,

and pumkin carvings

with just their immediate families.

the floors creaked,

the children shared a bedroom that was also their playroom,

and the dining room was mama's office.

over the years
they hung blue balloons

 to welcome their son,

and pink balloons 

to welcome their baby girl.

then one day,

not too long after becoming a family of five,

they moved to the other side of medway,

to a home with a big ol' yard,
space to spare,
and where they host gatherings
with lots and lots of families.

while they no longer lived

in the little blue house on mansion street

it was still theirs.

they rented it to family,

visited often,

and smiled whenever they drove by.

and well as 

as seasons in life go,

this week they said good bye to
their first home,
fixer upper,
and beginning of their
life in the town they love.

so long
little blue house with red door,
so long,
we will never forget you.