I have a home. And I don't just mean a house. I have a place where I'm safe - where I'm known - and where I can (hopefully) bless others. I don't ever want to take it for granted.
It's been a crazy few months. We had lots of stuff to sort through (since both of us have had our own places for several years), lots of new stuff to find a home for (because people were very generous with us), and have been trying to settle into a routine.
We had 2 peach trees in our backyard that resulted in a LOT of work for Josh. They also resulted in homemade peach pie...so, not all bad.
We've established which sides of the couch we sit on in the evenings (with our laptops) and have learned more about each others' TV preferences.
More recently, we brought the biggest upright piano I've ever seen into our dining room. There was a minor incident with the wood floors in the entryway, but now we have a piano for Josh to play (which he LOVES).
And now we're decorating for our first Christmas together. It's a sentimental time for us - our dating milestones and then engagement all happened in December.
But more than anything, I think it's unbelievably amazing that at the end of any given day - I get to go home to my best friend.