Dreams Coming True

Since the last post, in which I was quite depressed, I've had some very uplifting talks with my very best friends.  I am so thankful to have these women in my life.  We've been friends our entire adult lives, and in many ways, they understand me better than my family (except Bruce, of course).  Their positive, encouraging, wise words helped heal my heart.

Poor Bruce.  While I've been struggling, he has, too.  This moment is equally as special for him.  To see me hurt, to see the joy of this occasion diminished, it's taken a toll on him.  He is beyond excited to move into our first home.  The past several days, I've been moping and lost my motivation.  He took the home-buying process by the reins, taking care of business so that we can get into our home soon and start our own lives.

The baby went down for her nap almost two hours ago.  I took one, too, for about twenty minutes.  My eyes popped open and I felt revived.  I got in the shower, and starting thinking about how much love surrounds me.  How wonderful my friends are, and my dear, sweet husband.  Then I got to imagining what it'll really be like when we have our own home.  I started to get excited again!  When I got out, I felt rested and washed clean of all the past week's strife.

So here is a list, written in no particular order, of all the reasons why I'm elated to be moving in to our new home with my beautiful family:

• Waking up on Saturday mornings with my husband and the baby, just the three of us having breakfast at our own kitchen table.
• Planting the garden we've always dreamed about with all the ingredients for pico de gallo: jalapenos, cilantro, tomatoes, onions.
• Unpacking our stuff and rediscovering what's ours. My china! The artwork for the walls! Our photo albums!
• Having our friends stay over. Singing karaoke in the finished basement as loudly as we'd like while the baby sleeps soundly in her own room.  Ordering Pizza Hut and going to the waterpark the next day.
• Bruce and me time. (!!!)
• Not wearing a bra.  Wearing my nightgown if I feel like it. I may not wear normal clothes for months!
• Going to the bathroom with the door open, haha.  So that I can keep an eye on Emmie, duh.
• Leaving a dish in the sink and not feeling guilty.  Ditto for eating or drinking the last of something and not feeling bad.  Loading the dishwasher how I like to.
• My own bathroom rug.  I hate the one in the bathroom we use now!  It constantly bunches up and need to be fixed, over and over.  It simply isn't practical and isn't even nice-looking.
• Setting the house temperature and no one coming along and turning it back down, way down.  Yes, it still happens.
• Lounging on the couch with Bruce and watching Emmie play freely, because our house will be babyproofed.
• The chalkboard wall we're going to paint in the kitchen. Eeee!
• Minnie the cat losing weight (because we won't feed her so much) and playing and sleeping wherever she likes!
• My own 'office' area in the basement!
• Nights with Bruce at the table, after Emmie's gone to bed, talking, laughing, and playing games.  I miss that so, so much.

It's going to be amazing. Bruce, I am happy.  Buying a house is an intimidating event, and I let something get in the way for a few days.  I'm sorry.  I forgot, but now I remember: it's going to be us again soon!  And our parents will live in their own houses and have their own lives.  We three are all that matters.