Dear Home: Happy Birthday

It has been one year ago this week that we moved from here:

to our new home here:

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It became ours in March 2008 and we spent our evenings scrubbing walls, ripping out flooring, installing new light fixtures, eating turkey and provolone Subway sandwitches (my pregnancy craving, at the time), and painting coat after coat of paint. Then April came around, and by the time things were all said and done, we had truly made this house ours.

:::new paint. everywhere. new carpet. everywhere. new tile floors. new countertops and back splash. new garage door. new light fixtures. everywhere. new blinds. laundrey room turned into dining room::::

I always love my homes. Each one. Even when we lived in the spider-infested basement of our house on Filmore when we were newlyweds and the kitchen was so small I couldn't even turn sideways. Yes, I especially loved that place.

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And Dunn Street. Oh, how I loved that home - all of the old character and charm. I loved the fireplace and mantle and how the wood floor creaked.

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And here, where I'm now a wife and a mother. Here, where I spend all of my time loving Jared and Morgan, trying to be what they need. Yes, this home too, has become a part of us. It's where we spend our mornings and nights, and all the inbetween. We eat here. Sleep here. Repeat here. We get angry here. We cry here. We

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eachother here. We're blessed here. We're happy here. Here is where we call home and it's where we want to be.

It's where I want to be. With Jared and Morgan. And, I suppose, with Bella too.

So, in a word, or two, Happy Birthday, dear home. We love you. I love you. Very, very much.