We have been in the new house 2 months now. Every box is unpacked. We have decorated and un decorated for Christmas. We LIVE here now and oh how I love it. Every time I get a chance to stop and take it all in, I just smile.
Yes, we constantly have projects on the brain. But I love that.
Yes, we are still learning where the Legos should go. But I love that.
Yes, we have to sweep the deck every weekend. But I love that too.
We moved into a 1978 house from a 2005 house. It’s a culture shock to say the least. It’s a Pinterest board wet dream. We are learning its curves in the dark. Its creaks and thumps. How to calibrate the climate in the bathroom so as to not freeze upon exit. Which light switch does what and where the spoons are best suited.
I am loving it not through words like “open floor plan” and “stainless steel appliances” but the little things.
The twinkle lights in the roof of the porch.
A hammock for 2…well sometimes 3.
The way the sun comes up behind those trees.
A slightly slanted driveway. Perfect for wagon sledding.
Every day, I sit back and notice the little things. I soak it up. I love home.