Our House...

is a very, very, very fine house. We had people over on Sunday and John described our house as being "magical".

Our building was built in 1941 and has all of the beautiful, quirky (by today's standards) architectural details that either drive you crazy or make you drool. I find myself wearing bibs as an accessory since we have moved here.

There are moments when I think to myself moving from room to room doing mundane things how much I love all of this space.I wonder as we sit on the porch with our friends about all of the people who have sat on the porch before us. I know that they had the same warm feelings about the people around them, the same laughs over shared moments, the same things we do and share care about with the people we love in our lives.

It's nice to know we are part of a continuum.