I promise, absolutely promise, that we didn’t accidentally fall off the face of the earth. Or into a large, deep hole. We moved, traveled, were without internet for a month, blah blah blah, poor excuse, I know, forgive me. And so much life has happened that I’m somewhat bewildered and don’t really know where to start in this retelling. What to do?
Maybe I’ll start by thanking Ryan, my sweet and persistent husband, without whom we’d still be living without internet, three bumps on a log. If I were in charge, I would have procrastinated and procrastinated and maybe returned to cyber space sometime in late 2014. But my husband is more motivated than I in regards to technology and the like. So, Ryan (and the friendly folks at AT&T), thank you.
In the middle of November, we moved into our dream house. Built in 1928, our little home has hardwood floors throughout, glass doorknobs everywhere, a porch swing, etc., etc.; just thinking about it makes me want to cry. Ryan and I have been working at making it a home (or, rather, unpacking countless boxes) in those few spare moments between life, parenting Juniper, and living more life. Photos to come.
One very fun thing: when workers were in our attic adding insulation, they came across two boxes full of toys from the 1940s. Oh my word, I’ve never seen such a collection of old toys in my life, some even in their original boxes. It’s been great fun sorting through them and I’ll feature my favorites later, but it’s just so heartwarming to think that once-upon-a-time children were raised within these walls. Children will be raised here again.
Knitting? Close to nil. Christmas? All presents are wrapped! What saved me this year was that no loved ones requested knitted gifts. They learned their lessons last year when their woolen treasures arrived seven months late. Anyway, Christmas is soon. It’s lovely being local during the holidays; so nice to be close to family. I’m looking forward to this first Christmas with my two favorite people in our own home. And a wood stove was installed in the living room last week, so now we’ll be enjoying the holiday all together, in our new home, in front of a warm fire. So good.
Lastly, for those of you who are wondering, the Flint Crepe Co. opened the weekend that we moved. More crazy life! Ryan is there, helping make it all happen, and loving it. The coffee is excellent, the crepes are amazing. Saginaw Street, downtown Flint. I highly, highly recommend.
Missing you lots! Merry Christmas to all of you!