For the past year, on the regular, Bart would ask if our “new” and by that I mean major fixer upper house felt like home yet. He’s typically gotten the response: “No, but don’t get me wrong, I like it!” That is until the other night. While brushing our teeth, he finally got the answer that he’s been hoping for: “Yeah…Yeah it’s does.” “Really?” he said. “Why now?” We hadn’t just had some cozy date night creating some nostalgia but rather just the opposite. He’s been sleeping sick on the couch for over a week. Even when we are sharing our bed my massive preggo pillow is a cuddle killer we like to say. (Don’t get me wrong, that sucker is worth every isolated night to my preggo body.) We have a “Wash me” layer of construction dust on just about every nook of our house which for the most part we’ve given up trying to clean until we finish reno on the basement or my water breaks; whichever comes first. (: So how is it that now this house of ours which is in massive transition all of a sudden feels like home to me? Well, we’ve experienced home before. We’ve had two prior to this one. Though as Ruggiero says: “He’s dying in this house.” And with all the construction he puts into this place I hope it’s not from that! (: We’ve experienced 3 homes, 22 birthdays, and as of today, 11 anniversaries of the day we said: “I do.” But amidst all the familiar of what 11 years of marriage can bring, we’re starting something new. Something neither of us have experienced until now.
“NOW AT LAST THEY WERE BEGINNING CHAPTER ONE
OF THE GREAT STORY NO ONE ON EARTH HAS EVER READ.
WHICH GOES ON FOREVER.
EVERY CHAPTER IS BETTER THAN THE ONE BEFORE.”
Barto- With a coffee table full of empty mugs of tea, fruit, disinfectant wipes, and sheets downstairs all disheveled from being slept on all week, I hear you peel yourself from the “sick couch,” putting on your snow gear & boots to go plow our massive driveway for the second time. You never complained, you never tried to score brownie points of “look what I’m doing even though I don’t feel well, aren’t I great?” But without announcement you went to get done what needed to be so that I didn’t have to. For the past 11 years, you’ve done such things. Things that we light-heartedly ask if I could do if you ever weren’t around. It is these things that have made it possible for me to be where I am today, and accomplish what I have. It’s these things (and so many more) that have made you the most AMAZING husband. And as I brushed my teeth, and you asked for the hundredth time: “Does it yet feel like home?” I knew the answer was yes. Not only for my comfort, but for baby “R.” There will be countless times where you won’t be acknowledged or thanked and you’ll do it all anyway. That’s made you an amazing husband for the past decade+ but I’m even more confident it’s what’s going to make an amazing father for a lifetime.
Here’s to building our home on the unshakable foundation of Christ…
Here’s to building our family one cat and one kid at a time…
Here’s to building upon what’s been and looking forward to what’s to come…
The story is more than we could have ever written for ourselves. Through Christ it will go on forever, and each chapter is better than the one before. Can’t wait to turn the page into year 12 and parenthood with you!