I thought a thank you letter would be appropriate as a salute to La Maison. While I was writing the post card (hopefully you got it), I realized that man, La Maison has been a pretty memory-filled little house. First off, I seriously don't think I'll ever forget coming home from swimming in the creek and taking a shower in that stone, heated-floor bathroom of the guest room. Those were good days.
And watching the eclipse on the Catio? It was such a perfect day, and we had gone to A&W right before to get some root beer floats or something. Just sitting outside in the pinkish light as the eclipse happened, with our boxes with holes in them at the ready.
Sitting in front of the fire with Ethan (my Ethan), building Legos over Christmas break? Or dancing the polka in the living room that same time. Or slow-dancing in the kitchen? Or sitting, watching a movie on the love seat? Yup, first house that a BOYFRIEND entered into. Although does what's-his-name count with Hannah? Well, first house that a boy not in our family KISSED a girl in our family, how 'bout that?
Let's see, what else? House of the bird feeders and fairy garden. Other than Mario, I think we can leave the fairy garden and start anew. Unless you want to take our little fairies with us? But I think we still have blank doors to use for the next house. And hopefully wherever we live next will have an abundance of birds, but I think you're right, Mama--La Maison had a special harmony with the birds.
First house I came home to after a job. The house of late night rice, chicken, beans, corn and cranberry bowls, chicken soup, doughnuts and deli sandwiches :-). Man, that chicken was good, wasn't it? I just remember that week when you and Daddy were away, and I was taking care of the house, and coming home from Busch's, throwing the ball for the dogs and dancing to Apple Music outside in the humid summer heat. Dancing to the music....and to keep the mosquitos off of me :-)
House of the morning walks :-). I feel like we definitely started our morning walking habits at La Maison. I remember one Christmas break, it wasn't snowing much and we would go on cold morning walks. It was so crisp and clear as we walked down our road.
House of the Star Wars drones :-). Haha, when Daddy almost lost his to the wind, poor connection to the controller and height.
House of our first library! A tradition I think we'll keep going from now on :-). I'll always remember that whenever I was alone in the house, I was in the library or living room and nowhere else.
Seriously Mama, I called you tonight, and I could almost feel, hear and taste how it felt back there. With the sun shining through all the windows, birds calling outside, maybe a window or two popped open to let in nature. I don't know why, but I do definitely love that house. It's been a good chapter in our lives.
But, we can make a home wherever we go. I think that's something special we Kennedys have going for us :-). It may take some time, some coats of paint, rearranging and acceptance that it won't be perfect, but we can make a home and be happy anywhere :-). The spirit we bring is what is important. I can feel "at home" wherever we go, Mama. And I'm excited for what's next :-)
The door of La Maison closes, and with a little time, and maybe an apartment or two in between, and another door of our new home opens. Good luck this next week, Mama. Give La Maison my best :-)
Sorry if this letter is nostalgic, but La Maison has been good to us, I think. We've made good memories there, Mama, thanks to you and Papa. Maybe sit down one last time in front of the TV for me with a tuna sandwich just for old times sake for me :-)
I'm excited to come back to a new home and a new adventure. You got this, Mama, like always.
<3 Glo
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