The house that built me...

I'm sure it's just because I'm the lamest person on the planet, but I just heard Miranda Lambert's new song "The House That Built Me" yesterday on the radio.  

If it's possible that anyone could be lamer than me and there's someone else out there who hasn't heard it yet, go here and listen.  

It's okay.  I'll wait. :)

So yesterday I'm driving down the road, and this song comes on, and I just start to cry.  I'm pretty sure the people in the car next to me thought I was crazy.  But that's nothing new. :)

It's just that I get that same feeling every time I go home and drive down that white rock road, past the house that my parents built.  The house my mom adored and dreamed about for years.  

Because I had my first kiss in that driveway.  

And I saw my first shooting star on that front porch.

Micah told me he loved me for the first time in that upstairs bedroom.  The one with the big dormer window that opened out onto the roof. 

I think I just miss home. And I know that home isn't a house.  Believe me, I know that.

But that house was a wonderful, wonderful home for a lot of years.  It was a safe place - a place where love lived.  I thank the Lord all the time that I was blessed with such a happy, healthy childhood.  And, hands down, I had the best parents in the world.  No question there.  

Today is just another one of those days.  I just need to remember that Micah and I are building a "home."  It may not be in this house, but it's certainly not lacking in love. :)