Twenty-four years ago today a young couple closed on their first home and then celebrated over fajitas at New Deck Tavern while worrying immediately about whether that large asset (by far the most they'd ever spent on anything in the world) would catch fire or fall apart or do 101 things that were out of their depth or financial capability.
It feels like forever ago. Thankful for the things that fell into place to allow us to be homeowners, which we know is not a privilege available to all. I still worry about things beyond my pay grade. Probably more so, as the anxiety of not knowing what I don't know has now been replaced with the anxiety of knowing more about all the moving parts that can flare up at any time.
But I'm pretty sure my strongest emotion is gratitude that this old structure, 100+ years old and full of character, has become the setting of the family Amy and I have built. It's been a lot of hugs and kisses, a lot of diapers and barf clean-up, a lot of heartache and tears, a lot of laughter and celebration. This old house is our home, a blessing that young couple probably wished for but couldn't have possibly conceived of at the time. So we mark the occasion with happiness and reverence.
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