This is the home where memories were made,
Where grown-ups worked and children played,
Where love between two, became three and four,
Where a normal life, became so much more.
First steps, first words, first “I love you’s”
First potties, first giggles, first toddler shoes,
Sleepless nights, tantrums and tears,
Our good times and bad, our hopes and fears.
Bread was kneaded and cakes were made,
On a mountain of love a foundation was laid,
For a little family of two-plus-two,
To cultivate love that only grew.
The rooms are now empty and we move along,
To fill a new home with laughter and song,
With hearts filled with hope, our memories won’t fade,
Of our first little home, where memories were made.