Monday, August 10, 2015

I Got Somebody at Home

Is it wrong to have a crush on your home? I sure hope not because I'm crushing hard on our little yellow house. I've always been a homebody but more than ever all I want to do is curl up in my living room and stare at the little corners that are "set". I could do without the corners still filled with boxes but, all in good time. Since both Kenneth and I are homebodies it's important for me that  our home is comfy and fun and full of things we love.

We're slowly gathering the pieces we need to finish unpacking. We found the perfect hutch for our fancy dishes and a coffee table for the living room. We have plans to build a second bookshelf (boy do I miss the built ins from the apartment) and that will help since the majority of the boxes left are books. Kenneth built a huge spice rack since we had three boxes of spices (who the heck are we?). All these practical things are coming together.

In the meantime, I've thrifted 11 pillows in the last month and a half to try and find the perfect pillows for our crazy couch. We've settled on the above for now (and by "we" I mean Katie and I since Kenneth could give a hoot about pillows and, in fact, throws them on the floor whenever he sits on the couch). There are also 7 blankets/throws in the living room in various baskets or draped over chairs. I guess you could say my ideal home is comfy and cozy. Also yellow, I live in a yellow house with a yellow hutch and a yellow couch and two yellow chairs with a yellow and white striped blanket under which I take naps. Comfy, cozy, and yellow. 

Thursday, August 6, 2015

sunrise on the front porch

I wanted to watch the sunrise so we woke up at 6:15 for a 6:30 sunrise. We pressed play on the coffee maker and grabbed our slippers and glasses, poured our mugs and stepped outside. The sun was up but it was still low so the light slipped through the trees and the neighborhood was still. The birds chirped quietly as they slowly began the search for breakfast. 

Side by side on the turquoise bench, sipping cups of coffee in the morning light. A little bit of conversation and a lot of companionable silence. We don't always need to talk when we're together. Sometimes just being together is enough communication. Sometimes all you need to say "I love you" is a cup of coffee at 6:30 in the morning on your day off. 

Our love has evolved in the six and a half years we've known each other and at each stage we've looked around and declared that it has never been better. Right now is so different from when we met at 19 and 20 and while I wouldn't trade those wild years; I also wouldn't go back there. I wouldn't choose vodka at 2 AM in the gazebo over coffee on the front porch at 7AM. But I'm glad we were there. I'm glad we share those memories. 

So much of our love is these shared years together; our history, one that we're still writing. So much of our love is looking to the future; setting goals and dreaming. And still, so much of our love is right now; side by side, sipping coffee on the front porch. When we look back at this time in the yellow house I hope it is with the same fondness as we now look back on our time in university with. I also hope that we look back with the confidence that the present is still the best its been.