It dawned on me early this morning as I was mopping my floors @ 6a.m. - while others dream of beautiful beaches or spotless new homes - my everyday joy is an old, imperfect house with character and charm, it is full of dust and full of love, it has seen bleeding fingers and happy hearts, it may be missing stairs but it is home to dreams, it has given us more than we could ever give to it.
As I was standing in the middle of a completely empty room that was so full of dust you had to keep wiping your goggles just to see, my hair was matted with dust, I had broken three fingernails, I looked around - saw my husband, and had a huge smile across my face hidden by my dust mask and thought - this is perfection.
It may not always be what we want to do, but it is what we have loved, and when I look back on this time in our life I won't remember the broken fingernails or the gross basements, I will remember weekends spent with my husband building our future together, the times we have laughed so hard we cried, the stories and moments this house has shared, sitting at the table sharing our excitement as we planned everything together.
Yes, this old house may be messy, dusty, creaky, and always half finished, but this wonderful crazy house gives me everyday joy and lifelong memories. Yup, this is my happiness.
XO,
S
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