the house

We are moving into a 1926 brick bungalo. It has two bedrooms and
one bathroom on the main level and then a two bedroom, one bat

hroom basement apartment.

All old houses have their quirks. Our home is NOT an exception. (But, being almost ninety years old it's doing pretty good.) The previous owners, for some odd reason unknown to us, did not believe in rain gutters, except over doors (odd huh?...or cheap). All the way around the house you can see a dent that the rain has weathered into the earth. The electricity has not been updated in eons so, one cannot even run a computer, or blow dryer, or microwave or any other three pronged vision you can dream up. The list goes on and on but it's alright because it's our home and it's going to be just fine.

The picture may not look like much but I am so excited to brighten this little home up with window boxes full of abundant petunias, sweet potato vines, and other luscious flowers spilling over the edges, hanging baskets flanking the stairs as you enter the porch and an elegant little chandelier acting as the porch light. And the yard! Oh, don't get me started on the yard! All I'm gonna say is that, you and me blogger we are going to have a great spring dreaming up this yard and an incredible summer creating it!

Life is good. Stressful but good. Sky is working so hard and commuting from Salt Lake to Provo every day to work. He is such a hard worker. It's a Friday evening at six and he's asleep on my shoulder while I type. It's amazing marrying someone and watching them grow up before your eyes. We have been married eight months today and as I watch him step up and become a man I fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

Happy Friday,

Love,

Liv and a sleepy Sky