there is a yellow house that sits directly behind ours. it is old and abandoned and overgrown, but oh so lovely. a little gingerbread home waiting for someone to give it a little bit of love. i dream of one day owning a house like this. i want to pick it up and move it onto a a piece of land. i want to turn it into a farmhouse like the one my aunt had when i was a kid. i have so many fond memories of that little yellow farm house. memories that gave me dreams of one day owning my very own yellow farm house.
this little yellow house wispers to me from the kitchen window that looks over our backyard as i wash the dishes. it is lonely. uncared for. it needs some love. and since i cannot afford to fix this little yellow house with money, i will do what i can. i will show it some love the only way i know how. i will turn this little yellow house into a piece of art. a tangible memory that my girls can look at and remember when we are gone from this place.
and though this little yellow house is ugly to most, it is cherished in my heart. it will hang proudly next to dozens of other tangible memories in this home on a wall of love and beauty.