Pictures are slowly being hung on the walls. The kids' rooms are starting to feel like their own, including art and photos on the walls and toys organized and put in a place.
We've acquired some new-to-us furniture, decorated some rooms, gotten some new, funky lamps. We turned the dining room of this house into a sitting room, and the upstairs living room became our dining room (seating for 12+ isn't possible in most traditional sized dining rooms).
Just last night we moved in a new chair, accent cabinet and lamp into our sitting room. After my Mom and Grandma left, and the kids were in bed, Luke and I sat in the dim light of our new lamp in our gussied up sitting room. He rubbed my feet, we talked about the day, I asked him for the 10th time if he liked the new things I'd picked out.
"Yes. I do. It's nice to have new things. And I've always wanted a sitting room."
And it's true. We've been in a season of minimal living, purging, ridding our lives of tangible objects for so long now that carrying new things into our house feels, well, weird.
And refreshing.
We climbed into bed, I breathed deeply and pulled the covers up. "This house. Slowly we are making it more like our own, huh? It's slowly starting to feel like ours, isn't it?" I said.
"Yep," Luke replied. "Slowly. Very slowly."
We've acquired some new-to-us furniture, decorated some rooms, gotten some new, funky lamps. We turned the dining room of this house into a sitting room, and the upstairs living room became our dining room (seating for 12+ isn't possible in most traditional sized dining rooms).
Just last night we moved in a new chair, accent cabinet and lamp into our sitting room. After my Mom and Grandma left, and the kids were in bed, Luke and I sat in the dim light of our new lamp in our gussied up sitting room. He rubbed my feet, we talked about the day, I asked him for the 10th time if he liked the new things I'd picked out.
"Yes. I do. It's nice to have new things. And I've always wanted a sitting room."
And it's true. We've been in a season of minimal living, purging, ridding our lives of tangible objects for so long now that carrying new things into our house feels, well, weird.
And refreshing.
We climbed into bed, I breathed deeply and pulled the covers up. "This house. Slowly we are making it more like our own, huh? It's slowly starting to feel like ours, isn't it?" I said.
"Yep," Luke replied. "Slowly. Very slowly."