Anyway, moving on.....we are totally growing out of our house. It's probably just a phase and if we waited long enough the kids would grow up and all the stuff that comes along with the raising of small children would disappear and we would have more space, but I don't know if we can just wait it out and see. Dan and I have been talking about buying a new house, a bigger house, but it's not going to happen soon. We want to have our van paid off and save up a big wad of cash to help bring down the cost of a new home.....oh, and we're also talking about keeping our current house and renting it out which is a big step all on its own. Money is the root of all evil, but in the good ol' USA its necessary to expand. Which can be tricky living on one income. We try really hard to live within our means, but obviously it doesn't always happen. It would be a lot easier financially for me to go out and get a full time job so that we could afford a bigger and better house, but I just can't bring myself to do that. I would miss out on so much of the girls' everyday lives, and at this point its not a fair trade for me.....more money, bigger house doesn't even compare to the blessings I get from staying home with my babies while they are babies.
With all that said.....a little unexpectedly.....I love my house. I love that (when there aren't a gazillion toys everywhere) it feels homey and comfortable and lived in. I love that I have memories all around me, and even though almost everything we own is used, it all kinda goes together and feels good. I love that my husband laid the hardwoods down with his own hands and I love that my daughters came home from the hospital to this house. I love that in three years we have had the Christmas tree in three different locations and each new place feels like the right place. When we do move, it will be very hard to leave this house because over the years we have made it a home.
We have had fun decorating for Christmas the past couple days. I always remember decorating with my mom growing up. We would put Christmas music on and get out the boxes of ornaments and spend the day reminiscing. It was always my most favorite day, more than even Christmas day, because it was good quality time with my mom. It was a day that was full of joy and little stories about kindergarteners making matchbox mouse beds and finding my favorite ornaments and making sure they had a special spot right in the front and setting up the nativity which was always my job. I always felt special and I always felt loved while we worked together to decorate the house. I want that for my girls. I want them to grow up and have a history rich with traditions that they can vividly remember. I want them to feel the magic that I always felt when getting ready for Christmas! I know that Maddie is still young, but this is the first year that she has understood what is going on....even if it's just a little bit of understanding. I am excited, I can feel it in my bones. I am so excited for her to be able to have her first real Christmas. I think she's gonna like it!!
I'm sorry that this blog is so all over the place. It's been that kind of day, and I wasn't even sure what I wanted to write about. It's a fly by the seat of my pants kinda blog. lol Have a grand weekend.....I hope it flies by so that I can have my weekend.
Snowflakes that Maddie and I made hung by our windows.
The willow tree nativity set that my mother has gotten for me over the years
Maddie's nativity set
This is how Charlotte contributed to decorating the house! lol
She also did this!
I just couldn't resist!!
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