Our First Home

It has been a cold, drizzly morning. I started a pot of coffee, but have become so lost in its scent and fighting with the computer that I have forgotten to fix a cup. *I know. I know. I feel the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.* In fact, let me grab a cup now.

I'm back now- coffee in hand. Isn't coffee one of the most wonderful scents in the world? It just puts a smile on my face to hear the word. I think coffee...oops! Husband is calling! Must be lunchtime. :)

Okay, let's try this a third time. This is something that happens on a regular basis. My husband calls at lunch to say he's on his way home. I always keep a glass of water in the fridge (too cold for me, but he loves it). We eat lunch together and talk while Family Feud is on tv. I had never watched the show before we started having lunch together. I've told him if it weren't for all of the clapping and dancing on the show, we could definitely win. :) As it is, I'll keep enjoying the lunch dates.

Just after our engagement, my husband moved into an apartment. It's nice and I was excited by the thought of moving in after the wedding. I could not wait to begin decorating our new home. Let's just say I had outgrown my hope chest by more than a couple of items.

 

We are in the middle of buying a house now- our first house. It is incredibly exciting, and just a little nerve-racking. It is nice being able to learn together though. That is something I love about being married. We are both learning and teaching each other every day. We are both excited about the house and can not seem to stop talking about all that may happen in the time that we live there. It is a life that we are both grateful for, but that each of us had at times been doubtful we would have one day.

I have enjoyed our apartment. In many ways, it seems like I just got here though. There are certain things we won't miss. For instance, my husband is convinced that Hulk lives above us. I disagree. I think it's Big Foot. We won't miss our tv cutting out every time someone vacuums above us- especially as the ball drops on New Years Eve. Oh, and we won't miss the icy air that slips through our windows on the coldest days of winter. (We may not have many such days in the south, but when we do...brrrr!) Still, we have so many memories here already. Coming home for the first time!!! (My mother's touch on the mantle was a nice Welcome Home!)

Our first Christmas!!!

 (Our 1st Christmas Eve- also my husband's birthday!)



Our 1st Valentine's Day!

 I made these shirts for us for Valentines. On the front, I printed our wedding date. On the back, I copied every major date within the last year (since we've met). Thank goodness for calendars!

This is where we have entertained our friends from time to time. It's where we had our first overnight guests (my sister and brother). It's where we've stayed up late and watched movies. It's been my first kitchen. It's been where we've laid awake all night talking, and where my husband has built his first fires. It's where we've met after hard days at work, and it's where we've said goodbye every morning and welcomed each other home every night. There have been so many firsts.

Oh, and my husband would be very upset if I forgot to mention Billy. Billy is our first pet. We actually had several in the beginning- four if I remember correctly. Wait! I should probably clarify here. Our first pets have been Sea Monkeys (in the little kit you buy at ToysRUs). After three weeks, I was convinced we had bought a bad batch, but I guess the threat of me pouring them down the drain was too much. They sprouted up over night. After noting that the lone survivor has made a habit of watching me wash dishes every day now, I insisted my husband name him. "Tech Monkey" was the first suggestion, but I pointed out he needed a name & not a title. Billy it is. Now the question is how he will survive the move in a couple of months. :)