Tuesday, July 8, 2008
It's the Little Things
Before we moved into our new house, I bought this little iron bell at an antique store. To me it represented all of the hominess I craved in a "real" house. Last night we were going through some more boxes in the basement in preparation for our party on Saturday. I ran across this little guy in a box and immediately put him up by the back door.
It reminds me when I see it how thankful I am for our house. Our cottage may be small but it fits our family exactly right. I feel more at home here than I have for years and nearly every day I breathe a little prayer of thanks that we were able to get it and live here.
During this time when all of us feel the economic crunch, it is such a relief to be able to live in a place that doesn't overstretch our budget (thanks to my Dad) and even have the added blessing of living where we can walk most places and thus save the precious gasoline.
So in response to those who have asked me, "Do you like your new house?" the answer is a resounding "Yes! I love it." I love taking care of it and getting to know it like a friend. I love the thought that years down the road will see us living here, still, watching our kids grow up and likely complaining about all the junk we have accumulated!