I cannot believe we are saying goodbye to our tiny, loving home! Our first home. Our "rock down to..." home. No more laughing on the other line when I tell the stranger my street name is "Elec-tri A-venue". Admittedly, our charming home has become increasingly tiny, and we have let our frustrations build up a bit when we are trying to cook a meal in the kitchen together and stepping on toes, or when one uses up all the hot water in a 6 minute shower, or something of the sort. But my, have we had some fond memories here. Suppers and cocktails outside on the patio, keeping warm by a fire and listening to the wise owls hoo-ing overhead. Soup bubbling on the stovetop and Danny PROPOSING TO ME under the hallway mistletoe! Friends playing horseshoes in the backyard. Tons and tons of art and sewing projects. Yeah... memories.
We are thankful for the vivid memories and to have a lovely portrait (painted by a friend as a wedding gift) to always remember just what it looked like.
Oh, and I won't soon forget the extremely large borer bees that drilled into the frame of the house and hovered around the door, waiting for me to approach. They loved to attack me with their bumbly bodies, dripping goo on my bare arms whenever I tried to sneak in & out of the house. Danny's evening past-time has become knocking them across the yard with our canoe paddle. It takes a bit to catch them! This photo is not unusual and not posed, and I have a dozen more action shots to prove it.
But, we have BOUGHT a quaint 1930s brick cottage and look forward to truly making it our own! We can't wait to invite you all over and share photos & projects here! Moving is a dreaded process, but I'm trying to delight in the little things. Like the fact that I get to spend hours opening presents each night in the new place (seeing as we have to many breakables). Happy Easter everyone!