While my mom was here I commented, and she agreed, that this house finally feels like our "grown up" house. We've lived in apartments, both small and extra-extra-extra-teeny-tiny, and then we had our first house, our "project house," but now I feel like we're settled into a home.
First and foremost on my mind was that we have all of our children here (all of them as far as I know, I'm not swearing "no more kids, ever!" because that will obviously make God strike my overly-fertile womb with yet another small one just to tell me "shows you how much you know!"), and it's nice to have them here and just watch them grow, rather than growing them from scratch. The second thing was that it's complete. Weeeelllll, "complete" may be stretching the truth, but it's not a 3-year project like the Thornton house was. It is comfortably complete, I should say. The third thing is this:
I GOT A FREAKING PIANO!
It magically appeared in my living room one afternoon while I was playing at the park with the kids, and I cried when I saw it. It's gorgeous, right?? I have always, always wanted a piano; I played and competed for years when I was growing up and I've enjoyed playing for other various things even after I quit lessons, but I never had anything I could practice on. I dreamed of owning one of my own some day, and felt like when I did my house would be all grown up... and that day is now here! Congratulations, Kirsta, you're all grown up and so is your home. And thank you to everyone who made the piano happen, you know me better than I know myself sometimes.