We are starting to feel at home. Like when we turn into the driveway and pull in the garage we aren't feeling like invaders but feeling like...home. We did, accidentally, drive passed our old home this week. And it looks so loved we couldn't help but feel warm and happy. Everything is starting to feel settled.
We are settled enough to take on projects. A few days before we moved I found some old planters at a garage sale and swooped them up. Today, they are thriving with robust, growing petunias on our deck.
And the warmth, and the brightness...Just feels like home.
It feels like we are here. Without a whole lot of furniture, but we are working on that. For now we. are. just. here. Together.
We've had a lot of meals on the kitchen floor. Picnic style. And when dinner is piping hot or delicately arranged on fancy plates from paper bags I say to the boys "go sit in the kitchen where the table should be."
And they do. Some more contently than others.
But, thank goodness, our new kitchen table is being delivered tomorrow. And these haphazard picnic dinners will just be a fading memory for the boys. Just something that was happening while "we are settling" became, solidly "we are here."
And as if there was any question, the clunking of big boy heels on the floor after bedtime, and the bubble stains on the wall dripping lethargically down the paint during bathy time, or the creaks in the dark of the night that still wake me with their unfamiliarity...they all still scream we are here. Or at the very least, we are becoming here. We are becoming here. We are becoming home. And this is our home, we are here to stay.
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