As we pack up this apartment, our very first apartment together, I can't help but feel a range of emotions. This is the first place we got to call our own. This is the place where we hosted our first Halloween murder mystery party, our first Christmas gift exchange, and our first Easter dinner. This is the place Ethan cooked me steak for the first time on Valentine's Day, and it is also the place I learned that I need to prepare dinner nightly, or my husband will starve. This is the first place we bought furniture for, decorated, and cleaned... every single weekend.
There were lots of surprises, packages, milk shakes, game nights, dinner dates, Netflix marathons, flowers, prayers and cuddles in this apartment. This apartment holds lots of laughter and some tears too.
We don't own this house, in fact, sometimes, we struggle to pay rent to the people who actually own it. But, this is the place we came home to every night. A place we felt comfortable, warm, and safe.
However, I am so excited for the homes we share in the future. In one of those homes, we will have our first child. Eventually, we will celebrate birthdays and leave for vacations. We will buy tiny beds for our babies who will occupy the extra rooms instead of the storage that is there now. We will watch those babies put out cookies for Santa and pack their bags for the first day of school. We will teach those kids about the Savior and His love for them within the walls of those future homes. We will have many ups and downs within the walls of those future homes as these big changes happen in our lives.
So for now, I am extra grateful for the place Ethan and I got to call home for a short period of time as newlyweds.
We spent the first seven months of our marriage in this tiny place.
It wasn't much, but it felt like home because of who we shared it with... each other.
Such a sweet post! :) And a cute house, too :)
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