I could not be more obsessed with the hardwood floors and the natural light…..and this bus from 1932 is in the backyard--I know, right.
such a random gem.
Today, I was sitting on the gym floor waiting for a thunderstorm to pass to run the region track meet. My athletes started telling me their first kiss stories and terrible dates. we laughed + laughed. Then they turned to me and asked a million questions about "our story." They were so curious. I told them something a little like this:
I sat there on the gym floor thinking….how did I get here? I swear I was just in their position, a 15 year-old, crazy about a tall, goofy 16-year old boy experiencing first kisses and giddy dates--> trying not to completely humiliate myself in front of the boy I came to love. Cars would come watch me run in all of my high school track meets…..and here we are--married--and he is still my #1 fan. I feel like I spend every waking second on these kids and here he is cheering me on as a teacher + a coach of my own track team.
I guess I am just overwhelmed with gratitude. Gratitude for that boy who walked into my math class so many years ago. He is the reason I live. Grateful we got married. Grateful for years of his support. Grateful to live in a darling LITTLE house--like the ones I used to draw in pictures.
It is kind of cool how life turns out!
Who wants to come visit????
(To ALL who helped us move--we are so grateful. we LOVE you!)