I love our new house, despite its problems.
I love the space, I love the light, I love the rural enivornment that suddenly we seem to have thrust ourselves in. A city girl lives at the end of an unpaved road and she loves it so much she surprises even herself. The house is far from perfect but the walls are so full of possibility I can't believe I'm allowed to live here.
Aidan's family was over last weekend. They ooh-ed nd aah-ed as appropriate, and it was agreed that Aidan and I will host Christmas this year for his family. This means us, Aidan's children, Aidan's mother and stepfather and his two brothers and their families all staying overnight with us. Although Aidan's nieces can really get on my nerves, I love the noise of having people over. I love cooking for everyone, even if there are arguments in the kitchen. I love the idea of beds in all rooms taken, Christmas dreams, and a massive tree in our living room, with cats playing beneath it and mounds of wrapped presents for everyone falling into the corners.
And if I'm honest, when I envision this coming Christmas I generally see myself as being incredibly pregnant.
I don't know whether it's good or terrifying to try to have visions like that.
Posted by Vanessa at April 17, 2006 11:33 AM | TrackBackWe can only hope.
Posted by: statia at April 18, 2006 03:17 AMIt's good. I can see the big bow on your belly already.
Posted by: jenny at April 18, 2006 02:28 AMvizualize away. you can't attain what you can't imagine. :) hugs
Posted by: UtRus at April 18, 2006 12:23 AMSounds like both.
And don't forget Mr. Adorable Puppy in that picture :)
Posted by: caltechgirl at April 17, 2006 11:44 PMDamn that sounds near like heaven! and isn't that what Christmas sould be? so glad for you.
keeping my fingers crossed.
~ john
I think that sounds lovely. And I will be picturing you in adorable red maternity clothes for the season.
Posted by: donna at April 17, 2006 01:48 PM