Little White Houses

Today I am grateful for a small white house on the outskirts of Ririe, Idaho - the home of my Great-grandparents, Alma and Elizabeth Moss

In this house, I developed a deep love for family and heritage. I heard stories of my pioneer ancestors. I heard stories about my father’s childhood. I developed a deep connection and love for my grandfather in this house. I learned how much my grandpa loved his son, my dad, he met only once. I made necklaces with snake grass, searched the attic, ate peppermints, and smelled roses at this house. They made the best popcorn in the world in this house. I never heard an angry word in this house.

Some of the best memories of my childhood were made on the land surrounding this house. The thing I remember most about this small white house is the way I felt when I was in it.

In this house,

I felt love.

This small white house may not look like much to some, but it looks like a mansion to me.

November 21, 2020