We are slowly finding our sea legs again after a whirlwind week leading up to the wedding (note: it may not have been the smartest idea to combine 6 kids, a fiance unable to take a day off, 3 houseguests AND the last-minute wedding to-do list into one 5-day stretch), the wedding weekend itself in all it’s chaos and family and emotion and happy tears and “Has anyone seen my shoes?”, and the blissful aftermath of the honeymoon. That last part was my favorite, as I’m sure it goes without saying
The sea legs must be found quickly because we now have exactly 12 hours to pack up 2 houses and move. Our first stop after surviving customs Sunday night was to visit *our* house, complete with a sweep-up-the-bride, carry-her-giggling-over-the-threshold, moment of giddiness. It waits for us, the rooms empty and ready to be filled with furniture, photographs, sticky handprints and memories. I dug around in the overgrown garden and emerged with several ripe tomatoes, the happy realization that we will have pumpkins this fall, sprigs of herbs that I recognize (and several that I don’t), and ant bites that were so. totally. worth it.
Tuesday night was our first night together as a family, and we spent it together, as a family. We loaded up sleeping bags and bathing suits, ordered pizza, raided the stash of leftover wedding wine, and camped out in our very own home. The kids swam, danced in the rain, then swam some more. The big girls scampered to the pond that is behind us, then scampered back with news of the five ducklings that have been added to the family of two (that we witnessed mating in the pool at one of our showings…good, educational times, that).
We headed out for a twilight walk to the playground, and stumbled upon lightning bugs along our path. Our oldest three ran into the woods after them, trying (in vain) to catch them with their bare hands.
We are smitten with this house, this neighborhood, this life we are embarking on. I joke that it’s like a Norman Rockwell painting, or Funny Farm. Someone cued the ducks and the fireflies, but we were sold way back in February when we first drove by and subsequently fell in love with our two story yellow house.
I will be so happy once this weekend is finished. Away from the stress of the week leading up to the wedding and even the quiet solitude of our honeymoon waits a life of laundry and homework, crock pot dinners and late night swimming. It will be humdrum and mundane in comparison to these past few weeks, and I’ll happily, gladly, *willingly* take it.
I’m so looking forward to our finding a rhythm, establishing new routines, and no longer feeling like we’re just trying to break the surface in between major life events.