Yesterday Ryan and I took Jameson and went to look at a house for sale. Its the first house we’ve looked at this year.. which is much more dangerous then it sounds. We haven’t sold our house, we’ve got a set budget to work with, and a few “wants”. To find a house that will be the right fit for us could be hard. The house for sale had a huge/private back yard and is on a dead end street. Quiet. (A lot of homes in town have no yard and our kids love to run. If they can’t run outside.. they run
inside only inside. We want a yard). Besides the yard, I knew I’d like the house (based on pictures) because its an old person home.. which means it has some horrible paint colors, shag carpet, fixtures that need new life, etc.. I love making new life of something old. I’d call it a hobby. To top it all off.. there was a laundry chute in the bathroom (yes, please). It wasn’t a large house. A bit too small in Ryan’s opinion.. but I like the house.
I finally get how crazy people on the Bachelor or Bachelorette fall in love in such a small window. When I wrote this post Ryan and I were sharing days that were heavenly. We slept, had delicious meals, deep uninterrupted conversation, we dressed up a bit and went out every night for dinner. We were way more affectionate then in our “normal” life. Its easy to love someone in that environment. (The most stressful part of our day was getting a sunburn). In real life (today).. loving someone is hard. I’m reading a book right now that shared an analogy about marriage being an onion where we continually peel back (discover) new layers. I wouldn’t say that. I’d say (in our marriage) we see the same layers and somehow expect to peel back and find something new.. surely this time the layer will work better with my own opinion, goals, personality. Oh, layers don’t change? Yet we’ve pledged to live life together and for each other. Crazy really.
Ryan is a talker. For every 10 words I use, he uses 100. I am sensitive (more sensitive after each child I’ve had). Ryan is not sensitive. I prefer to stand in the back row. Ryan likes center stage.
We’re different onions.
The summer is coming to a close and Ryan is finishing the last week of camp this summer (three weeks total). These were commitments we made quite some time ago when life was different. Still.. a lot. Days are a blink… full of fun and exhaustion. We feel the absence of “dad”. Craving a quiet life.
*Tonight as I was helping Jameson with his shower he said: “mom.. after Colette is a little older and we have the next baby.. we’ll have six people in this house. So we definitely will need a bigger house I’d say.”
The next baby??