location

My Dad, completely well meaning, had complimented my brother about how his house was 'a really nice place' when we were all visiting a couple weeks ago.  It's all well and good and completely fine - apart from the fact that he's never once complimented my home, and we've been here nearly 10 years.  I just let it roll off my shoulders.  It pinched, but whatever.

ST complimented our home instead yesterday.  Which matters more - since this will be his first home, his foundation, one that he'll return to with fond memories of growing up.  It's my children's home and it will have a special place in his heart.  I'm glad he approves.

It went something like this...
We were bouncing around on the trampoline and it's a little uneven so the ball pit balls roll to one side of it and as we bounce, he says "we have a lucky location."  I thought he meant, he liked where we had the trampoline, but he states, no, he meant, the yard, the house, the whole thing.  It's just great.  Then JJ states in agreement, that he loves it all too.

It's a big deal.  Bringing your baby home for the first time, well, it only happens once.  It's a completely new life once a new person comes into our home and enters our family.  One with promise and joy.  Our home may be 120 years old and contained many different people and families, but in this lifetime, it is ours.  Our babies all came through that door and will grow and thrive and bring our home alive with love.  Each have their heights etched on a door frame so they can compare each other and how they measure up and grow so much with every passing year.

It's not just a house, it is our home and just as our marriage, it is part of the foundation to this family and it just so happens, that we have a lucky location.