Home At Last

Apologies for the blogging hiatus.
But the move is done.
Awful.
But done.

But most importantly we LOVE, Love, love our house.
And we love being HOME. Yes we do.
It is more wonderful every day we spend here.

The fist night was surreal.
I don't think James and I could believe we were actually here.
Our bodies ached from lifting and moving and packing and unpacking ... but the thrill of falling asleep in our room ... with the curved wall .... overlooking the creek .... eased the pain. We woke early to see the pale light gently fill our bedroom as dawn crept in.

That first morning was special.
We sat up in bed as the world awoke and saw the trees along the creek gradually glow golden. There was magic.
We 're home.
And we're staying.
Forever.

There will be pictures to complete this chapter once technology allows, but The House That Ben Built and The House That James Designed is so much more than I dared wish for.

Home is where ...

Home is where the heart is.
So I made this heart from scraps I had in my stash.
It's a sweet little thing, made with love.
The plan is to hang it inside a column in the kitchen. It will have timber cladding over the top so it won't be visible.

But we'll know it's there

At the heart of our home.

xxx