Friday, September 20, 2013

Twistle Summer

The cool air is starting to settle in, we still may have a few warm days left, but they are numbered. We had a great summer, full of friends, family, and water! I am looking forward to fall weather and sweaters, but will miss our summer. It was one to remember. Here are a few pictures of what we did:

LOTS and LOTS of popsicles and ice cream! 

We painted. We painted a lot! There were a few days where it was just too hot to go outside, so I thought it would be fun to paint. It sure was "fun" to clean up afterwards! These girls made a huge mess, but it was a fun time regardless.

Emma's first movie in the big theater. We watched The Croods and she LOVED it! She sees the picture everywhere of the advertisements for the DVD release and she gets so excited.

Family lake day! Thanks to everyone who came, it was a fun time. Except for the wind. and the bees. Oh, and the huge thunderstorm that threatened to strike us with lightning. Other than that...

And lastly, our Charlotte. She's been extra cuddly the last month or so, and we've been loving it. Her little baby teeth are wreaking havoc in her mouth, so she's been a little bit more on edge and has needed more cuddles. We don't mind one bit :) She will be 1 year next month!!

Happy "almost" Fall!!

The Twistles

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The House That Built Me

My Mom recently sold and moved out of the house we grew up in last November. At the time, I couldn't say that I was sad. I couldn't say that I felt anything really. My Mom was obviously distraught having to leave her home where she raised her children, and created so many memories. I on the other hand, was glad to see it go. 

I couldn't think of any positive feelings I had felt there. 

"Get rid of it", I thought. 

So many tragic and terrifying things happened there. So many horrible memories surfaced anytime I thought of that house. I never felt safe there; as much as I know my Mother tried, it was just haunted by it's past. I could never shake that eerie feeling I had felt ever since I was young.

So, because I was so clouded by the bad, I never remembered the good. 

Until this week, when Matt and I drove past it to see what it looked like. 

The buyer who first obtained the house from my Mom, was a "house flipper" which basically means they gut older houses and remodel them completely. We knew this, and we were all a little anxious and excited to know the house would be getting a much needed facelift. 

As we pulled up, within what felt like seconds, I found myself standing on that front porch, knocking on the door with my little family, asking the new owner if we could come in. 

That porch, where we put all of our jack o' lanterns out for Halloween.

The porch, where we would sit and talk sometimes.

The porch where my brothers and I got locked outside, because we forgot our keys. 

As the new owner welcomed us in, I instantly felt a new and fresh spirit there. I mean, I started to shake as he took us from room to room. With each new discovery, the bad memories drifted away like ambers in a fire. 

Happy memories flooded my mind. I was recalling every memory as it came to me, with each new part of the house we saw.  

That old brick wall, where our stockings were hung each Christmas. 
The fireplace glass I colored on with crayons that left a waxy residue behind.
My first, very own bedroom.
The hallway where we would play 'hide and seek' with Lady, our childhood dog.
The kitchen, where we surprised my Mom with a brand new dining table.
The basement, where I would play 'guns' with my brothers, and watch them play Final Fantasy. 
Playing in that old white car parked on cinderblocks in the backyard. 
The front yard where we took family pictures when my brothers left on missions. 
The makeshift bedroom that my Dad built, where Aaron and I had late night conversations about life. 
The broken garage door, that I drove my car into when I was 18. 
Falling asleep to the sound of the washer and dryer by my room. I knew that if it was starting, my Mom was still awake. And if she was still awake, it meant that nothing could harm me and I was safe. 
Back patio sleepovers with my friends.

The new owner would get increasingly excited to show us more, as he saw my excitement with each new change. I was able to give him a glimpse of what the house looked like before the remodel, and where things used to be. The old and the new, meeting face to face. 

It was perfect.

It was just what I needed. 

It was closure on the past. I finally let go of that chapter to my life, without even realizing how badly I needed to do so. 

It was my house, but it was the better version of it. The version I think we always saw in it. It had reached it's potential, and I couldn't have been more pleased with the outcome. 

It has new owners now. New memories to create with them. They will go to my park that I grew up going to. They will make fires on cold nights in that old brick fireplace. They will have BBQs and sleepovers on the back patio. They will take family pictures in the front yard under the large oak tree. They will love it, just like I do now.

This song really does describe my thoughts that I have been feeling. That house on 8640 South truly did build me. I am thankful to that house, for teaching me so much and showing me how truly beautiful it always was. 

"The House That Built Me" by Miranda Lambert

I know they say you cant go home again. 
I just had to come back one last time. 
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam. 
But these handprints on the front steps are mine. 
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom 
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar. 
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak 
my favorite dog is buried in the yard. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I'm someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself 
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave. 
Won't take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me. 

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. 
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines. 
Plans were drawn, concrete poured, 
and nail by nail and board by board 
Daddy gave life to mama's dream. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I'm someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself. 
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave. 
Won't take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me. 

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can. 
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I'm someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself. 
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave. 
Won't take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me.

What happy memories do you have of our house? Please share any that come to mind, so that we can reminisce together.


Thursday, August 15, 2013

Matty and Emma

The day Emma was born, Matty looked at me and said, "Thanks for giving me my best friend, Rach". 

She's now 2 1/2, and that statement is more true than I could have ever imagined.

My Emma. She is silly. She is a complete goofball and will do the funniest things to get your attention. She has a wild imagination. If she notices she did something to make you laugh, she will do it over and over again, just to get more giggles. She secretly loves a big audience. She makes friends instantly by walking up to strangers and sitting next to them. She is a daredevil. She gets distracted easily. She likes to take her time. She is an observer of the world around her.

Matty. See Above.

Matt's parents can probably attest that Emma's attributes are a direct DNA match to him. They literally are best friends.

The other day as we were driving, she was pretending to reach for the door and right as she would touch it, she would fake giggle. Then, when she noticed Matt looking back to see what she was doing, she kept doing it, only with more gusto and effort, and MORE fake laughter. 

I slapped my hand to my forehead, and sighed... "We've created another Matt." 

We both just laughed, and Matt said, "I'm sorry, you're going to have two of us now."

When he said they were going to be best friends, he was right. They are best friends. They understand each other. They can be silly together without care of who is watching. I laugh just thinking about my future with these two characters. Oh man, am I in for a lifetime of laughter and silly antics!

BFF for life!

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Jessica is 9!

Happy Birthday Miss Jessica!! 

Last wednesday we went to Jessica's 9th birthday party. 9!!! Holy crap, I can't believe she's 9. 

I was able to check another Mommy accomplishment off my list: Taking the girls by myself to a swimming pool and leaving there without incident. 

Luckily for me three things came in handy:

Emma's life jacket floaty thing
The kid pool that was the same depth without another pool in sight
Grandma :)

The party was during the day, so Matt was working and couldn't make it. Emma LOVED the water and so did Charly. They both didn't want to leave! It was so much fun. I love spending time with family, and I LOVE seeing my girls have fun. Success!! We love you Jessica!

As Destiny's Child would say, "I'm A SURVIVOR!!"