he makes a house a home
i can't get over how much home-y-er the house is. it's amazing to me. i've lived in my place for almost 5 years. and it's been fine & all... but now all of a sudden, it really feels like home. like the way the house i grew up in did. like there's no place i'd rather be. it's lived in & used. gone are the days where i basically just slept there. gone are the days when groceries were thrown away because of a rotting smell... now, they're being used and eaten. my husband (and yes, huge smile on my face typing that) has tools in the garage that we've put to use. our dishwasher is being used on an almost daily basis. we're making meals at home & just enjoying being home together. there were a few times last week where i was overwhelmed with it being our home. crazy. i didn't realize it would happen so intensely, but it has. and i love it. i love how helpful he is. in the kitchen, with cleaning, with anything... his selflessness makes me want to be more selfless. his example in keeping the spirit in our home is inspiring. i am the luckiest girl in the world.