It’s 7am on a weekday. I woke up later than I should and Ben is only a quarter of the way through his ignoring-the-snooze-button routine. When I come out of the bedrooms on a sunny morning like today it’s easy to think someone left a few lights on overnight. The front rooms are glowing and they fill the edge of the hallway with bright, beautiful light.
Usually I do a quick circle of the kitchen, dining room and living room to
Everything is painted, everything is put away, wedding planning is in full swing as are our regular day jobs. I don’t always look around and appreciate this place we’re in, but when everything is still—the pipes haven’t started clanking together because the shower isn’t on yet and no new dishes have piled up in the sink—I’m overwhelmed with appreciation.
|Streaming sunlight and mountains of wedding planning|
But he did it. The whole process. Learning escrow wasn’t a fancy yet disgusting French dish, meeting with realtors, researching houses and appreciation and neighborhoods. He found our house three days after it went on the market, put an offer in and bought this it in about 12 hours—this house with a mortgage payment that’s lower than our apartment rent, with absolutely everything we need plus and a little room for more.
It’s slowly getting warm enough for me to add a quick moment alone on the deck into my morning, house circling routine. I do this partially because the previous owner left us with gardens worth of green stuff I’m desperate not to kill, but also because I need it. It gives me the physical space for everything I feel on these mornings—gratitude we can afford to have this beautiful house, pride that we’ve made it ours, amazement at Ben for flawlessly handling the whole process and gobs and gobs of love that he wanted to do it to set roots for us and for our family.
Then I take a breath of chilly Spring air, heart the birds chirp, see that the leaves on the trees grew a little larger than they were yesterday and feel ready for the day.
Wow, we did this. And it’s beautiful.