Last year about this time we closed on our first home. We moved in a week before Christmas, and spent the holidays stepping over boxes and power tools. We ate Christmas dinner on the floor because we hadn't unpacked enough boxes to give us the floor space we needed just to set up our table and chairs. Our house had the aroma of fresh paint, not pine trees and peppermint. But, we didn't really care. We we're eating Christmas dinner on OUR floor.
Two days after Christmas my little girl turned two, and we were back on the floor eating A's birthday cake. Still sourrounded by boxes and power tools. I didn't even get to make her cake...there was no baking going on in that kitchen. The oven was barricaded by more boxes. I had to buy her cake from the grocery store. *sigh*
(note all the junk and unpacked boxes in the background?) Although it doesn't really look like A cared, hehe.
This is what our living room looked like over the holidays last year.
This past year has been a year of many firsts, including our first real Christmas in our first home of our own. Last weekend we went out and got a tree, and I am loving how warm and cozy it makes our house feel. I never want to take it down. Like those crazies that leave their Christmas lights up year round. Maybe I will turn into one of them.
I took this picture a year ago today during our walk-through.
....and today.
