HOME SWEET HOME.
After an insane amount of work this weekend—drywalling, mudding, cleaning, etc.—we were still not close to done, but that didn't stop us from moving in! We were ready. Wendell, who'd been spending most of his days at the cabin anyway, was ready. The chickens, too, were ready. So we packed some things, hauled them up, set up the bed and now we officially, have a home.The feeling was surreal. We'd spent so much time in this cabin but it had never truly felt like ours. When we began to cook a meal here, however, we became elated. What all will we experience living in this cabin? What storms? What droughts? What seasons? What emotions? Parenthood? GRANDPARENThood? We found ourselves becoming nostalgic for our first night in the cabin, even though we were still in the middle of it. We imagined ourselves laughing at the days before we had running water, at the meals we had sitting on the floor, at the incompleteness of it all, but the beauty. We opened a bottle of the same champagne we had in our wedding night and were filled with very similar emotions to that day: possibility, wonder, and a fearless love for each other and our future.- Jesse.
