Our home is celebrating a birthday today. Seven years ago, I boarded a plane in California in route to Texas. Eli sat on my lap while I stared out the window and cried. I just left a place I called home for 26 years and I was heartbroken and crazy excited all at the same time.
I often ask David silly random questions. After 13 years of marriage, he’s gotten used to them and always plays along. Typically the questions are something like “would you rather live in the mountains or at the beach?” Or, “what’s your favorite candy?” Silly questions that I really do know the answer to, but I guess I’m just asking them again to see if his answer has changed. So today, I asked him, “do you think we made a good decision by moving to Texas?” I know the answer to this one too…which is “hmmmm, YES!” But, I had to ask it again. “I think it was a necessary move,” he responded, which was a completely new response from the previous 100 times I’ve asked. “It’s hard to imagine what our lives would be like if we didn’t make the move,” he continued.
On the 7th birthday of our home, I celebrated. I celebrated by admiring all 2000 square feet of our home and smiling for what it has become. How it has transformed over the years. How it’s the only home Eli remembers and the only home Emma has known. How Easton is growing so quickly within its walls. I admired the imperfections and that darn half moon window at the front that has driven me crazy for all these years. I love this home and I’m sure it won’t be the last home we own, but there is no doubt in my mind, that this home will be remembered as the best home we’ve ever owned. It’s simple and amazing and worth those tears I shed on the plane ride here.