Give our regards to 6th Street

So we are out of the 6th street house and into our hotel for the month. That house meant so much to Marisa and I, as it was our first house/home together, the house where we brought the boys home from the hospital, the house where we fought until we learned to talk, and where our relationship grew to the point it's at today, where we can take on something as terrifying as this adventure knowing that we will come through it just fine. 6th Street was the house that put the faith into our marriage. Some great memories from that house for me:

1. Marisa screaming from the hallway and waking me up to come get her, in the middle of the night our first night there because she couldn't find the bathroom and was afraid of the dark.

2. Marisa realizing, in the middle of our first major renovation, that the hole in the floor under the toilet was supposed to be there because the toilet has a drain in and it doesn't work by magic.

3. Jake learning to crawl admidst the dust and construction debris in his room (which was the dining room at the time)

4. The steel that major construction can put into the backbone of a marriage if you can survive the three month, 1500 different option- search for bathroom sconces.

5. Debating whether Jake was too young and it was too late at night to walk down and watch fireworks at Robertson Park on the fourth of July last year, doing it anyway and realizing how wrong we would have been to have not done it. (Still one of my top ten experiences in my life).

6. Meeting great friends (Nikko & Shannon) because Nikko was the foreman on our addition/remodel job, and staying friends with them since. Every Saturday, breakfast @ Nations.

7. The great "paint parties" that we were able to host, both when we moved in and our friends couldn't believe how much paint the old walls and ceilings could soak up, and after the addition, when they could believe that every room was going to be a different color.

8. Learning the life lesson that planning on replacing the kitchen floor (or doing anything really), waiting for three years to do it, and finally getting it done, invariably produces the, "we should have done this three years ago" response.

9. Having the perfect hallway for; soccer, bowling, foot racing, ball bouncing, car racing, sock sliding and dog chasing.

10. The house always, and probably forever, feeling like home.

We'll miss you 6th Street, thanks for all the great years and memories.

-Brian