Home is Wherever I’m With You

Home is Wherever I’m With You

August 16, 2012 /

I moved in during the hottest week of the month.  Sweating it out by myself, waiting for you to come home from your visit to Washington and see our new place.  Our first place, the home we would create after we were married.

 

I got ready here, the morning of our wedding.  Excitement, happiness, anticipation and love bursting from every crack and seam… the neighbor kids watching as I pulled away in the limo, going to meet you. 

Coming back from our honeymoon, gifts strewn all over the floor giggling, wrapping paper flying, so happy to be married.

Pep talks in the kitchen. Dinners at the dining room table. 

Printing our offers and counter offers for our new house in the “blue” room (so named for the bright shade of blue when we moved in).

Separate closets in different rooms.

Horn lessons blaring through the house. 

Editing countless photo sessions at the dining room table. 

Crafting beautiful furniture and pageant sets in the driveway.

 BBQs on the back patio.

Sitting on the front stoop, watching our neighbor kids put on Captain America shows for us.

Learning how to be a husband. Learning how to be a wife.  Learning how to be married, who will load the dishwasher, unload the dryer and mop the kitchen floors. 

Leaving jobs, getting new ones.  Being adventurous and saying, “yes” to scary, new projects.

Like the catchy song says “Home is wherever I’m with you.”  I’m excited to move to our new home, and it’s not that far away.  But it won’t be our first home together.  There’s something magical about your first home as a married couple.  But it’s the next one,  our second home… it’s still home because I’m with you.

 

We’re officially homeowners!

 

Good bye, Redlands home.  You’ve been so good to us for the last 3 years.  Hello Yucaipa, we can’t wait to see what you have in store for us.


Share it: