Two PODS in the driveway, which is, thankfully, enormous. But just one address. Amen.
We have moved out of the rental house and into the house with the mortgage, and the pool, and the well, and the work to be done, but it feels SO GOOD TO BE HOME.
It feels so good to be creating OUR home—a place for all of us to fit.
It feels good to have a pool to dip into on a hot day and at the end of a hard day of work.
It feels good to have a place to entertain friends.
It feels good to have space to define in the way that makes sense for our family.
It feels good to get sweaty making something our own, to see our progress, to know we did it as a family.
It feels good to see the kids grow and learn new things, already—how to be a part of something bigger than themselves. Their pride in accomplishing new things is so cool to watch, for all of the ages and stages. Even the adult "kids."
And it feels good to have a place that is uniquely new to us as we are uniquely new to each other. All of our quirks become part of it—all of our beauty and flaws; all of our perfections and imperfections. It is us. It is ours.
It is an absolute joy to wake up every day and work with the person I love. All day. Every day. I wouldn't change a thing.