Yes, we are finally home. There are boxes yet to be unpacked, there is a stove that has yet to be delivered, but there are clothes hanging in their proper closets. There is food in the pantry. The washer & dryer are operable, and we are settling in one box and one day at a time. We are finally in the house that we will call home for decades to come....our forever house. And, I really hope it is because I absolutely detest moving.
This year, we celebrated Thanksgiving with friends in a very traditional fashion. I made my broccoli corn casserole and Sweet Potato Crunch and we ate and talked, and soothed crying children. We ate grilled turkey and homemade apple pie. The girls even got to swim after dinner, and I don't think we've ever done that before.
On Saturday, my Xmas tree even found it's way out of the box and in to the picture window in our front room. Chloe hung her very first ornament on the tree ever. It wasn't breakable of course.
She knew exactly what to do with it, and it was the one and only ornament she felt like hanging and then she scooted on her way to play with her baby doll while Camdyn and I finished the tree.
The fastest way to make a new house feel like home is decorating it for Xmas...THIS. IS. HOME.