a key to our hearts

Well, we are homeowners. We own a home. Four walls and everything in it is officially ours - not a creepy college renters, or an overpriced apartment tycoon. The home, on land, with trees, a garage and a wood stove - is ours.

Wow.

Closing was a little rocky due to a few over sights of our realtor, over sights that added a few new gray hairs to my collection, but all in all, it was just fine.
And now the overwhelming reality of unpacking, painting, staining, and buying furniture begins. But at this moment, the most important possession of all shines like it is made of pure gold. This little key is absolutely my favorite thing of all. For years to come, this is what lets me into my own little world - where Harper can slide across the hardwood floors as she chases her rubber artichoke, where Dave can relax our big comfy couch and watch football (go Ravens!) and where I can have a kitchen and catering pantry  where everything has its own special place.

Ahh ... home sweet home.