Sweet Home

Along with the big binder of endless papers we spent an eternity signing, she slid over a padded envelope with our address on it. Within it were four keys; one big, silver key, and three smaller copies. All attached to a ring, all opened the doors to our new home.

My hands were moist with nervousness as I fumbled with the keys in my hand, slipping them onto my key chain. I hung them from my fingers for a minute, admiring them like a set of new diamond earrings, except even more precious. Keys to my home.


The house was a flurry of activity, as movers wielded heavy boxes of our belongings into rooms, watching furniture wheel in on dollies, as landscapers shoveled and heaved and laid sod, planting our gardens and lawn.

In the blink of an eye, it became quiet. Boxes sat silent, furniture in the wrong places, gardeners and movers gone. We sat in our house, listening to the walls and to the air-conditioner, hissing sweet coolness in our house.


Over a week’s passed since the first turn of our shiny silver key, and 90% of the boxes are unpacked and gone, and finishing, perfecting touches are being made to each room. Many, many trips are being made to this store, or that shop, to pick up what’s needed and remains to be completed; all acts of making this brand new house our home.


I wake up to the ceiling fan above me, standing and seeing the morning sun cascading in rainbows from the decorative glass from the front door. There isn’t much in this house that I haven’t fallen head-over-heels in love with.

Preparing coffee in my now-spacious kitchen, sipping it on my new front porch, as the sprinklers weigh our new sod down with water, breathing in the morning Texas air, ready to take on yet another day of prepping this house.

Our house.

Sometimes, I almost can’t believe it - we’re officially homeowners now.


About Lisa D.

Once upon a time, Lisa was born and raised in New York, a land where there was a corner deli, Italian restaurant, and Dunkin Donuts with delicious coffee on every corner. And, despite horrific traffic, accents and expletives a-plenty, life seemed to make sense. Enter an Army husband, six kids (b. 1995, 1999, 2000, 2004, 2007 and 2008) and three states later, her family of eight are living the military life in the (very) deep south far from anything familiar, let alone making sense. Once a business management major, Lisa now uses her management skills to keep soccer practices, doctors appointments and juggling six kids' schedules in order, all while trying to cram their big family into small Army housing. You can find her regularly McGyvering things back together using shoelaces and bubble gum with a breastfed baby on her hip, all while baking from scratch and pretending her hair color isn't from a bottle. She finds sanity in gardening, baking cookies, working out so she can eat bake more cookies, playing with her family, and writing about her parenting (mis)adventures. Lisa can also be found at www.CrazyAdventuresinParenting.com seeking sanity in the bottom of her coffee cup.

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