I want to thank you for keeping us warm so many winter nights.
I want to thank you for keeping us dry during many a summer rain.
We brought our Ellie Grace home to you. We yearned for your safety and familiarity from the other side of the earth. We told her we were bringing her home. You showed her that this house was home finally for my sweet little one. She has slept peacefully in her tiny bed in her light yellow room. Thank you for sweet dreams.
Hannah has dressed up, constructed forts, welcomed many friends in the name of play inside your tall walls. Countless times, I have heard her voice echo down the hall from her room as she mimicked the voices of her Little People, then her Polly’s and now even her Barbie’s. She has learned here, read here, grown here. Thank you for her time to play and grow.
We have worked here, welcomed here, and worried here. We have planned, dreamed, and gazed out your windows. Seasons have been evident here: the howling north wind, the green hills in summer, the geese flying over head when they return to nest every year. This place has been a safe haven to relax, rest, and recooperate from that big world out there.
Thank you, Yellow House for standing tall and strong around this little family.