It's amazing how time flies when you're ... busy.
Last year, I bought a house. This purchase was a lot like a summer blockbuster movie: the lead up was highly anticipated, the crucial it-ain't-gonna-happen moment was hair-raising, heroes saved the day, and everyone lived happily-ever-after.
Happily-ever-after looks a lot different that I thought it would back in the day. Then, it looked like picket fences, 2.5 kids and family barbecues.
Today, it looks more like empty flower beds crying out for flowers and evergreens and new mulch. It looks like one irascible 8-year-old. It looks like Crock-Pot dinners splashed over green 1990s countertops that are equally distant from trendy and classic.
But it also looks like backyards just waiting to be dreamed in. Like empty walls crying out to be hung with memories. Like rooms waiting to echo back the laughter and love that will make this house our home.
This is MY happily ever after. It isn't the happily-ever-after I imagined for myself, but that's OK. This one is even better!
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