So I went back to a year 2000 calendar and saw that the date was actually May 26th, but that year the 26th was the Friday of Memorial Day weekend. Therefore I am counting today, the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, as the anniversary.
Ten years ago today Sean and I had signed some papers and went to have dinner with my mom...chicken strips for me because I am a major chick strip aficionado. For instance what did I have to eat right before my wedding? Chicken strips. What was my lunch that delayed the semi-emergency c-section with Mac? Actually Taco Bell, but I probably wanted chicken strips.
I digress, it's just that chicken strips are really good.
So while eating I get a phone call...and when I answered it I found out they accepted our offer...we were officially in escrow for a house.
To say I was excited was probably the understatement of the century. I won't bore you with all the details, but suffice it to say my father's pre-nuptial agreement resulted in us getting to shop for a house at the young age of 24 and 22 years old (this time of year I have to endure having a husband that is two years younger until the end of August).
We found this house at the end of a day of searching and not really finding anything. On our way back to our apartment we saw one last "Open House" sign and decided to stop.
We walked in the door just starting to look at the downstairs and stopped to meet the realtor. She explained that the home was owned by two teachers that were retiring to move Oregon. Two teachers and Oregon...Sean and my eyes met as that was said and somehow we just knew this was our home.
We hadn't even seen anything else, not even the upstairs and yet we knew. As we wandered around I called my mom to come check it out (after all as Sean has measured she lives only seven tenths of a mile away). I watched my mom walk into this house and saw her face change too.
This was our home...the place we would live forever...or at least until we are two teachers that retire and maybe move to Oregon. Six weeks later when the keys were in my hand for the first time I drove over here, sat in the driveway and cried I was so happy.
We have thrown so many parties...decorated for ten Christmases...worked in the yard...and Sean has patiently applied 36 different colors of paint. Yes, you read that correctly, thirty-six.
Since that phone call ten years ago told us that this place was ours, every single moment of getting to be here has been an immense blessing.
We love this home.
