As I leaned against the kitchen counter buttering my bagel this morning, it dawned on me.
We have lived in our house for exactly one year.
I know I posted back in October about how our house here in Tennessee had come to feel like home a lot sooner than I’d anticipated, but as I reflect today on just what the last 365 days have brought, and how the events of 2009 have impacted our family, I couldn’t help but make note once more.
I posted on Facebook this morning that I was thoroughly enjoying being a “Proverbs 31” woman today – rising early to meet the needs of my family, working with my hands to prepare their food, and “feathering” our nest for maximum comfort. I felt the need to channel that inner satisfaction into something tangible, so I decided there was no time like the present to begin transforming the guest room into Seth’s “big boy” room.
I repositioned the bed, brought in the dresser and mirror, pushed the toy box across the hall, tossed down his new rug, and voila…..it came together fairly quickly. The closet still needs some emptying, and the walls need some perking up, but it already looks and feels like the room where Seth lives.
Now the nursery, on the other hand, needs some serious attention. We aren’t repainting; Seth’s Picnic green will work splendidly with Baby Girl’s bedding and his original orange chair. A dear friend is hooking me up with some additional pieces of PBK bedding for the crib, and good ol’ Hobby Lobby already has their spring decor on sale, so I picked up some great metal wall art for a song. But since the only pieces of furniture staying in the nursery are the crib, changing table, and rocker, it seems a little empty. I’m sure we’ll be able to fill it up, though. Of course, as soon as Baby Girl has a name, one of Kim’s canvases is for sure going to the tip-top of my wish list. I think I want this one, with, of course, my chosen name and color scheme. But I love this style and font. But then again, I pretty much love all of Kim’s stuff, so I just might let her have free reign.
Anyway, I digress.
Baby Girl’s room may also end up graced with my grandmother’s sideboard and hutch, at the same time my dining room might inherit the same grandmother’s cherry buffet. I’m so excited about the addition of these family heirlooms to our home. It just makes me feel so grown up. (hah!)
I guess all I’m trying to spit out here is that I feel so blessed. Blessed to live in a beautiful home; blessed with a hard-working hubby whose job allows me the freedom to stay home and the funds to feather it; blessed with children to care for; blessed with neighbors to invite over for dinner.
I often say, with some cynicism, how much of a roller coaster our move to Tennessee was, with all that the year to follow held.
But I wouldn’t change a thing. I am blessed beyond measure.