dreams change

Nate and I bought our house just over 5 years ago after living in an apartment just down the road for almost a year. We got really tired of walking up three flights of stairs with groceries, not having our own patch of grass, being woken up at all hours of the night from our neighbors crazy loud music and his curry...ugh I can't even begin to explain the curry smell that had taken over our abode. We were 21 and 24  when we bought our house and just never pictured it as our "forever house".....the house you plan to live in all your life, the house you plan to watch your kids grow up in. You see our plan was to live here for a short time ( 5 years or so)  and build a house that was perfect for us. Nate is going to be an architect soon so of course building is in his blood and I have always loved the idea of designing a home that would be just our style and fit us perfectly.

I mean what woman or momma doesn't dream of a laundry room....you know, an actual room just for your laundry. Instead of sharing your laundry space with the car, the spiders, the dirty shoes and whatever else might just live in our 1 car garage. Who doesn't dream of a master bedroom or two bathrooms....so you don't have to race your husband to the one and only bathroom or stand outside the door doing the potty dance. Who doesn't want a dining room big enough to host party's where no one gets elbowed in the face at dinner. Who doesn't want closets big enough to hold all your clothes or at least a room big enough for a dresser if the closet is too small...I mean that's what homeowners dreams are made of right??

Well, I have been thinking a lot lately and although my house might not be perfect and it might not be the house I have always dreamed of.....

This is the first house I bought with my husband
This is the house we poured our blood sweat and tears into as we tried to make it the house that was a reflection of  US.
This is the house we laughed, cried, fought and prayed in as we learned what it really takes to make a marriage work.
This is the house where we sat in the back yard by the fire talking for hours.
This is the house where I planted my first garden.
This is the house where we brought home Griffey Cat....where we nursed him back to health after almost loosing him to pneumonia, where we taught him to play fetch down the hallway.
This is the house where we brought home Weston Dog....where we taught him to sit and roll over in the kitchen, where we taught him to play fetch in the back yard.
This is the house where my husband worked hours on end in the dark blue ( i let him pick the color) office to make his dreams of being an architect come true.
This is the house where I sat crying on the bathroom floor after finally seeing a positive pregnancy test.
This is house where Daddy painted a mural in anticipation for his baby boy.
This is the house where we brought home our baby boy.....where I rocked my baby to sleep on the old wood floors, where makai learned to walk with his walker in the playroom, where he sat looking out the window with his doggy waiting for Daddy to get home.....

This house is our HOME!

Our home is so full of memories, of laughter, of love, of tears....I couldn't imagine living anywhere else.

So maybe my dream has changed. That other house, you know the one we dreamed of building....will never live up to memories this home already holds!


ps. Nate, if your are reading this I want you to know I love our home and I am so very grateful!!
All the stuff about laundry rooms and closets....well, that stuff doesn't really matter but maybe someday if we do stay here forever we could think about adding another bathroom...I have mommy bladder now and I don't want that hallway potty dance to turn into the mommy with wet pants potty dance :)