The hot air balloons appeared again yesterday above Newberg! I wonder if they have made their way to Portland by now? Keep an eye out, friends!
Tonight, after finishing the wedding playlists, it started to sink in that I live here in this new house. I'm not just visiting. I've been telling Taj that we live here, with my mouth and my brain since Sunday, but my body and my heart seemed to catch up tonight. My response was a little mixed. I do feel at home here--lots of freedom and ownership (thanks Jimmy). But it is still a little foreign. I feel like a real grown up in this nice, new house. It isn't my usual thrown together or fixed up little apartment or cottage. It is so big that I can turn on the bathtub water, go downstairs to tuck Taj in, and forget about the water, because I can't HEAR it. I'm used to hearing everything. (No, I didn't flood the bathroom--not quite.)
Well, I suppose when you are going to be a newlywed with kids, it is a good thing when everyone can't always hear everyone else. So thank you Lord, for this nice new and spacious house. Thanks for the plants and the flowers that I have warmed it with, and for the good, fresh food that I was able to cook up tonight for the two of us.
Now on to the wedding programme. I am on a roll. Need to keep the momentum. And tomorrow is sewing day. Sewing tablecloths, a veil, a garter, a slip for the flower girl.... Me oh my, as my grandma would say, I have a lot to do!
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