...with my house.
Oh, Gentle Reader, it is true. As the rooms really begin to emerge from all of the boxes and the packing paper, I am slowly but surely falling in love with this house.
This afternoon I was entranced by the way the sunlight fell through the living room windows. It lit up the wood floors, skipped up the warm, yellow walls and bounced off the ceiling. It shone through the creamy drapes, and sparkled off and through the glass of the windows. It slid down the shiny white & ebony keys of the piano, and landed on the rug.
I sat for an hour, just watching the sun move across the windows. Just enjoying being in this room that we have created as a family.
I am falling in love.
And that is just the living room...