My husband recently told me that our first house was foreclosed on.
It made me sad.
Sad because I still love that little house.
And sad for the couple that were star-gazed newly-weds when we sold them that house.
And now, they're getting foreclosed on.
It made me think about events that probably had to transpire for them to stop paying
their mortgage payment and loose the place where they live.
And sad that our once lovely house is sitting vacant.
With no one to love her.
So, with an hour to kill - stuck on the other side of town - I stopped by our little bungaloo.
That was our little house.
Then it was someone else's little house.
Now, it's the bank's little house.
I just pray that someone else will come along and love that little house as much as we did.