The Deal...

...she is done. And this will be our home in just 30 days.


Yes, after looking at house after house for the better part of the 9 years we’ve been married, we finally found one that we love...and today it is ours!! Well, sort of ours. Mostly the bank’s, but a little bit ours.

It’s almost a little hard to contemplate. And truth be told, I am just beginning to get a little sad about leaving our house. It is, after all, the place where we brought the two babies home. It’s the last house D’s dad knew us to live in. It’s the house that saw us through a master’s degree and a traumatic pregnancy. It’s where we had our fun double-income-no-kids time before the kids entered the picture. It’s the bachelor house D bought before he ever knew me. It’s our starter home. It’s where we began to figure things out.

As much as I don’t like to admit it, I want a home I can be proud of. I want a big kitchen. I want my kids to have a playroom and a big yard. I want to stop dragging bags of groceries up flights of steps from the curb. And for all of that wanting, I don’t want our home to be anything but warm and welcoming and a place where our family and friends know they can come and relax and be loved and be comfortable. I want more than anything to create that. And for the first time (really), I see how our hard work and devotion to things that we love doing is allowing us the ability to provide this place for our children and families.

And so we move ahead...figuratively and quite literally. We take possession in a few weeks and plan to officially move in and make this our home just after Christmas. In the meantime we pack and sort and purge and cleanse and look forward to one more holiday in our big old house. A house we have loved and filled with memories. A house we have been blessed to outgrow.