So this week I went to our house with our realtor and the carpet lady. Carpet Lady measured rooms to make sure about our order for the carpet and laminate. I measured the fridge space so we could buy a fridge this week.
What was really cool was that it was entirely empty save a few piles of crap in the garage. So it really started to feel like home.
It was really cool to hear my own voice bouncing off the walls. Walls waiting to be freshly painted. Walls where our photographs and artwork will hang soon
It was cool to walk through the house and see the flooring we are replacing.
Out with the old, in with the new.
It echoed dreams my DH and I have for this home.
The bedroom that we hope to conceive our children in, hopefully soon. Where we spend our time together, talking and whispering. Our little haven in the bigger world. The only room we don't have to share with other people.
The future nursery, currently some other little girls room. But someday will have arctic snow animals and red and blue walls. It will welcome our new little boy or girl someday and they'll make it their own through their imagination.
The living room where we'll entertain family and friends. Wine and laughs, parties and conversation.
Where we'll have our first Christmas in our house with a real tree and all the trimmings.
The kitchen where wonderful scents will permeate throughout the house. Where I can showcase my cooking abilities and teach my little ones how to bake cookies.
The front door that we'll bring our new baby through soon.
The rec room where my DH wants to have parties with his friends, watching hockey games on TV, chasing our kids around the room.
The big beautiful yard that will be green and lush and full of flowers.
What a beautiful sound.
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