I sit here and write, from my laptop, on a borrowed card table, beneath my new dining room chandelier. The tapping of the keys echos off the walls in this empty room. The anticipation and excitement of getting our things from Germany is overwhelming. However, we are finally in our new home. Sleeping on makeshift beds and sharing bath towels and eating off of plastic plates.
We got our ceiling fans for the bedrooms... we got the curtains for the windows. We got dressers for the littles, and a bookshelf and desk for the biggle. We bought a big, wooden swingset for the backyard. The washer and dryer are being delivered this morning.
Monday morning was Stevie's first day in a new school. She was so excited the night before and the morning of, but I left her sitting very nervous in her desk in Mrs. Rastetter's class. However, she was all smiles and waving to new friends as I picked her up at the end of the day. Tuesday afternoon, she rode the bus home from school and saw just how many children live in our neighborhood (to include the girl next door!) And this morning, she knocked on the neighbor's door to see if the girl wanted to walk with her to the bus stop.
Stevie's got new glasses.
Ava and Victoria took a 3 hour nap in their bedroom yesterday afternoon.
The cats have a big back yard to explore (and dogs on either side of the fence to prevent them from venturing further.)
There's a new microwave in the kitchen. Our home smells of new carpet, vinyl, and paint. Our home. It's not a house. It's filled with love, and happiness, and excitement.
We'll sign Ava up for baseball on Saturday.
We'll take them to the park by the river, a lot. It's big, and wooden, and they can lose themselves in childhood.
We will have cookouts, and friends will travel to spend the night in our home. My laughter will be genuine.
Home.
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