When Mick and I first viewed our new house, it was empty except for a few paintings, a wicker chair, and a baby grand piano. We walked around separately, he was more interested in the guts of the house whereas I was envisioning our decor and taking in the feel of the space. Mick was in the basement tapping on mechanical things with his brother as I entered one of the guest rooms. This house has the most epic natural light and at this specific time of day the sun was shining perfectly in this bedroom. The closet door was ajar and as I gently pulled it closed, this hand carved mobile was hanging behind it, directly in the sun’s rays. Tears came. My heart stopped, as did my breath. I stood there warmed by the sun, tears streaming down my face. I was so moved, it felt like someone or something was there with me and in that moment I stood frozen, never wanting to take my eyes off this. It’s now mine, the house and the mobile. I get to look at it every single day and I have no words as to how much it means to me. My sweet bird. ♥️
So, this is happening. Exactly 1 year and two days after returning to MD - we bought ourselves a little 1950’s bungalow, white picket fence and all. It has been one insane month between me finishing school, loans, and hunting down documents, but, the day has arrived! Holler if you want our new address! 🏡 So many fun projects ahead of us 🥂
I will follow you based on this BofH post alone. Can’t get enough. Let me know if you like this song my husband is working on, too
http://whatthemom.com/2014/01/17/exclusive-first-listen-rohit-colin-raos-the-catcher/