Goodbye Harrison House, I shall miss thee. . .
Your gleaming hardwood floors, beautiful old woodwork and the immediate charm you offer upon crossing your threshold
Spring evenings spent on your wide front porch watching the day fade and the abundant pink blooms on the trees swaying in the breeze
Evenings cooking in the kitchen sunlight streaming in the west windows, music blaring and the occasional dance with Dawson
Evenings grilling on the back deck nestled amongst tall maples
Greeting TW Everyday for lunch and after work
Waiting on the front porch to see my TW walk down the sidewalk home from work
We had many happy times under your roof little yellow house
My dear little Dawson this is the house we brought you home to from the hospital, so tiny and new, we were so proud ( and still are of course) of our sweet little man. This is the place of many firsts for you. Just so you know when you grow up...this was your first home.