The House that built me

As I was riding home from work in the car, listening to the radio, Miranda Lambert was singing the house that built me.  It made me think of my mom, and as a child I would find house plans that my mom would draw as she was dreaming of a house of her dreams. She would detail it with sink, countertops, door ways etc....etc. Dad ...would build new walls, counter tops, move rooms, add on rooms for years. Many years we lived in a unfinished home, because they could only do something as they could afford it. Not sure if mom got the home of her dreams, but dad tried to do it with what he knew. Now the house no long has the sound of 7 children running and playing and probably is to big for mom now. It was the house my dad built and raised 7 children in, a yard that vegtables grew in, raised rabbits, had dogs and cats...sand that we played in....the house that made me.