When we bought our house eight and a half years ago, the thing I loved the most about it was the front window.
The house was unfinished and as we walked around on the sub-floors, I tried to picture furniture we didn’t even have yet in each room.
I tried to imagine how I would fill all the rooms with lovely things that made it feel like a home.
I couldn’t comprehend that this space would ever feel small or cramped.
We were just two, soon-to-be-married, twenty-something kids and this was so much space for just two.
Never did I understand how baby things and toddler toys and little boy treasures would fill it up to bursting.
Some days all I can see are the crowded cupboards and overflowing bins. I focus only on what takes up space.
But other days, when the light shines in and a cool breeze blows easily through the house and the smell of fresh cut grass wafts up into the house, I am suddenly stopped in my tracks at all this house has done for us in the past eight and a half years.
And I still love the front window the best.