The place where I come from

Colin came home on Valentine's day and I was up to my eyeballs in dinner prep, photocopying for lesson prep and packing boxes. He took a look at the mess and said, "Oh! Should I run to the store and grab some flowers for you?"

Um. No. "There's a poopy diaper to change!" I said.

Happy Valentine's Day to us.

The walls are bare in the house now, the boxes are slowly stacking up in every corner and this is making me sentimental. Something about the walls that you bring babies home to makes everything seem so sweet. It's cliche, but wow, do these walls hold memories. We've even seen INSIDE most of these walls because of the extensive renovating we had to do... drywall, tape, mud, primer, paint. Wedding pictures hung, then baby pictures. Toy dents. Corners where my babies run to when we're playing chase. Floor squeaks and furnace clicks. The pedestal sink we chose, the one I settled on after I called my husband from the showroom and asked him if $700 on a sink was too much. He laughed long and hard and told me to keep looking.

We've really built something here. Something that goes far beyond flowers on Valentine's Day or a bit of paint. I'm grateful that we had our time here. It's gifted us with a place to call home, a place to learn, to grow up a bit more. A place for my little's to feel safe. And now a chance to move to a different house, one we'll make home.