Home {4 Year House Anniversary}

Last friday marked four years since I signed on the 392 dotted lines and became a homeowner. It was a real life dream come true. I had waited and waited and I was finally there.

Home Sweet HereAnd I’m still here. I got engaged in this house. I started my marriage here. I found out about Tripp here and this is where we brought him home. This is not my “dream home,” but somehow, it is where my dreams have come true and that is really something special.

TrippI had a list of pros and cons a mile long and wide but when it came down to it, this place was exactly where I was supposed to be then and it still is now.

But I have house envy big time. One of my biggest hobbies is looking at floor plans and visiting new construction houses. (It isn’t technically breaking and entering if the door is unlocked, right?) I want a new house like yesterday. Bigger,  fancier, custom-er (totally a word) and with more room to grow.

But I have to remember that four short years ago this was my dream. As I was going through the negotiating/inspecting/closing process I could see the finish line. That line looked a lot like me getting up the first morning in this place, walking to the kitchen and pouring a nice cup of coffee. I would take a sip as I looked out the back door to  a big green backyard. My coffee. My backyard. My home. It still has a sweet sound to it, doesn’t it? coffee

I still dream of my future house and it will be incredible, you can count on that, but I want to take time to appreciate this one. I might love to look at the shiny new houses, but this is home.

And you know what? Before that, my teeny, tiny, little house was home. I didn’t own it (I may have not even paid rent for it- thanks mama and daddy!) but it was my home for six years because that is what I made it.

When I started Home Sweet Here two and a half years ago, that was what I wanted to share and promote. I still truly believe you can make where you are your home sweet home but I need that reminder so I’m guessing you might, too. Home is a dream come true.  It doesn’t have to be your forever dream home- it’s wherever you make your dreams happen. We can see dreams come true each and every day: laughter with your family and friends, the best meal you’ve ever cooked, a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven, first steps and smiles or a cucumber straight from your garden. tripp's first cucumber

Your dreams are up to you but I encourage you to dream big and dream small and make sure you celebrate each and every one. Treasure them. Use them to make where you are truly home- be it a mansion, apartment, shack or house.

Will you do that with me? Will you embrace where you are and celebrate your dreams? Will you make your house your home sweet home?

To truly be home and love it sometimes takes some effort. Accept where you are, celebrate how awesome it is and watch your dreams come true. Treasure it and you’ve found home.

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Family Tradition {Thankful}

Happy Monday! While I am singing a Hank WIlliams Junior song in my head thanks to the title, I’m talking about a totally different topic. ‘Tis the season to be thankful (falalala, lalalala) and just about everyone is doing something to celebrate each and every day. While I love seeing all the facebook and instagram posts full of thankfulness, we’re sticking with the tradition we started a long, long time ago. Last year. :)

 Yup, we just write a little note about what we’re thankful for each day and place it in the vessel of choice and then when Thanksgiving rolls around we read them all. Last year they ranged from the more serious like the Bible, Jesus and family stuff to the still serious, but less significant like special band-aids for my special boo-boos (that one might make a comeback. Last year it was a burn, this year it was a run-in with a cheese grater #findmeapaddedroom). I expect this year will be very similar. The only rules are #1 write something daily and #2 be thankful.

We already have a pretty good start this year…

So that’s it. Our second annual Thanksgiving thankfulness fest of November! I even saved my printable in back of the frame from last year to make it super easy.

While we’re being thankful, let me just say thanks to YOU! I am really, genuinely, truly, sincerely thankful for each and everyone of you who click over here, even when I take a little break. Those of you who comment and like and even those of you who tell my mama I need to get back on it (ahem, that means you “sister” Destinee :)). I am thankful to you and for you all. I never set out to break follower or hit records (that made me think of Hank again #imsensingapattern) but the fact that you do follow and you do visit is just amazing to me so THANK YOU. I do a little happy dance inside every time I see you’ve been here (let the record show it is not to a Hank Williams Junior song). Clearly I am thankful for band-aids, Hank and YOU today, so what are YOU thankful for. 1.2.3. GO!

Chair Make-Over and Some (belated) Father’s Day Love

Since I’ve been on a little blog break, I didn’t get to wish my amazing daddy a happy father’s day here. Before you go thinking I’m the worst daughter ever, I did make him a yummy dinner that included the only thing he requested- homemade ice cream. But I didn’t get to post about the bajlilion things that make him the best daddy around like I did for mother’s day.

That’s not because he isn’t great- he is without a doubt the best daddy ever. Ever. Like in the history of people, ever. I just didn’t blog about it. But what better way to show you how stinking fantabulous he is at everything than to show you some of his ah-mahzing handywork.

He’s my electrician (here, here and here), can figure out how to make or fix just about anything, paints better than most pros, knows every teeny piece to a car, willingly takes care of all our vehicle maintenance, mows our yard and is one of the nicest, funniest best all around people in the whole world. Ever.

And he’s handsome. But before you start thinking how spoiled I am, let me just set you straight- that isn’t even a fraction of what he does for me. You can call me spoiled, I call me blessed, very.

So, let’s get to showing you what he can do! I mentioned what a phenomenal painter he is and that is no lie. I would trust him to spray paint my car. You don’t believe me? Look at this piece of junk chair full of potential my aunt bought.

Charming, huh? I love these chairs and am more than jealous of her find but it isn’t in the best shape. It’s not even in good shape.  But you underestimate Jerry and his amazing spray paint skills. He sanded, sandblasted, cleaned, scrubbed, sang songs to it and finally painted it.  He magically turned this… Into THIS… I know what you’re thinking, “SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!” that’s what I said when I saw it (and then “can I have it, Lisa doesn’t have to know,” but that didn’t work). Do you see the shine he got on that with cans of spray paint. Do you remember the rust? Seriously? It looks better than brand new. Who wants my daddy to spray paint your car? Can you believe how good that turned out? Who is jealous of my daddy?

Enough questions for you. Let’s take one last look at the before and after and I want to take one last chance to wish my wonderful daddy a happy (few days late) father’s day. You really truly are the best one around. There is no one in the world I’d rather talk cars, projects, obscure music and nonsense with because there is no one better than you! Happy Father’s day again and thank you for all the bajlillion things you do that make my life wonderful. And for being you. And for spray painting fabulous chairs that make the rest of us look bad. Love you :)