I’ve been meaning to write this story b/c it was so touching. 2 weeks ago I saw an unfamiliar couple coming towards my door on a Sunday. I was hesitant to open door. My neighbor’s were out back on their yard and they knew someone was here so I wasn’t too worried. She had the sweetest smile and told me she grew up in my house. She lived in it from 1951 til she moved out to get married. And could she look around the house? A strange Sunday visit but it was like my house all of a sudden came to life with this lady and her stories and it was so weird b/c I know this house as our house. Even though our sweet house is over 50 yrs old…I selfishly think we were the only ones to have enjoyed it. She walked through and pointed out where their Christmas tree used to be…where her husband proposed to her in a corner where her couch used to be…and the stories went on! Amazing! I was just going back in time listening and picturing it all. She has been living in North Carolina for years and had the sweetest Southern accent. She was so excited that I was home b/c she said she’s driven by the last 5 years when they come to town but never knocked. This time she did and was happy that I was home and happy that I let in strangers.  She loved what we’ve done to the home and couldn’t stop thanking me for letting them come in to see. I just got a thank you card in the mail again thanking me for letting them visit her old home b/c she hadn’t been inside it since 1987 before her parents moved out. super nice people. so happy to have met a part of my houses’ history!