When I wake up in the morning and make my way downstairs, this is the view that greets me. There are so many things I love about our new home, but the yard, with its mighty oak, is right up top of the list. I have visions of it filled with daffodils that I’ll plant this fall. I dream of bird feeders and birds galore. For now, Eli and I
put off unpacking watch the daily squirrel antics from his bedroom window. Squirrels are really an underrated rodent in terms of entertainment value.
So many things (besides squirrels) to love, though …
I love that, despite the chaos, we’re inching ever so closer to being settled for good.
I love that, on three separate occasions, neighbors dropped by with kind welcomes and freshly baked treats.
I love that the kids are exploring the neighborhood by bike and playing in the cul-de-sac with new friends.
This is only the third home we’ve lived in, but something about this one is very different. It feels like it was meant for us. It feels like it’s just waiting for us to fill it with love and happy memories. It feels like home.