Today, being Valentine’s Day, I wanted to write a love story. A love story dear to my heart.
Two years ago last night we saw our house for the first time on the outside. Two years ago today, we walked into our house for the first time. It was empty and filled with the winter sunlight.
We walked from room to room. We searched each closet, each nook and cranny. We didn’t leave for two and a half hours. We walked around inside and outside. We tried to see something we didn’t like.
But, as what happens with cases of love at first sight, we did not see anything. We went ahead and now it is our home. Like any relationship, we have come to see some flaws in our home. We have been discouraged with some things. This home, though, has grown with us. It has seen visitors and loved ones. It has witnessed much love and laughter. It has seen our tears and heartaches.
Two years ago, on Valentine’s Day, we fell in love with a house. A structure sitting on a parcel of land. It needed some work and still does, but, when it boils down to it, don’t we all? Two years ago, this was our gift to one another. A forever home for us. A place to grow old in. A place to make memories. A place to shelter us and provide a setting where love and peace live.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Thanks for stopping by. Cathi (DAF)