My five year old feet ran up and down these stairs. These stairs are old. They certainly don’t meet any current building code. They were built really, really well though! They don’t squeek and they don’t shake. They are still sturdy as can be.
I’ve tripped and fallen down these stairs more times than I care to remember. My old dog used to climb these stairs. My mom used to leave stuff on these stairs for my brother and I take up. I threw laundry down these stairs. I threw things down just to annoy my brother, and to be honest, sometimes trying to hit him. We carried up drywall, and lights, and carpet when the upstairs got re-done.
I brought school bags up these stairs to do homework. I walked down these stairs when I turned 16 and my mom had my friends there to surprise me – I had just woken up, I was totally surprised! I carried up dresses and waltzed down in fancy shoes, ready to go to prom. I brought down boxes of clothes and linens when I went away to college. I carried my duffle bag up when I came home for Christmas. And shuffled back down when it was time to go back to my dorm. One of those times could have been my last time on those stairs.
Tonight I am thankful for the life that happened in the house that these stairs live in. I am thankful for the chance to see this old wood again. I love that it still stands strong. And I pray that it can continue to provide another lifetime of memories to some one else.
Momma's Silver Lining 