Our Front Door

Our front door has seen so much of our life. It has seen snowy boots, clomping through the doorway, as the cold winter air from outside blows in. All of us racing outside in sweatshirts and tennis shoes, to jump into the leaves that we had just raked into a massive pile in our front yard. It has witnessed hundreds of water balloon fights in the hot summer heat and the baseball and soccer games in the fall and spring. It has white paint, nine little square windows, with a white curtain, and brass door knocker embelished with our name, but it also has finger smudges on the windows, where we watched the snow fall in the street, lit up by the streetlight outside, and the staples on the top of the doorframe, where we hang the greenery at Christmas. It has seen us bring in every tree at Christmas, and every wreath that we hang on it, when we take out out Christmas decorations. It is not just a front door to us, it is the door that leads into our life, and demonstrates so much about our family and our relationships with each other.