" You gotta love an old house" the quote from our next door neighbor, who between two visits to the hospital still found time to bake us the most amazing rum cake, as a welcome to the neighborhood. We do love an old house, you must to take on a project like this, but we are not the only ones in this family. There are the kids, our teenage cousin, and our dog. Do they have the same love for an old house? Are they willing to accept the small and big imperfections that come along with a century old house? Moving into a house that is this old still has some major imperfections. For instance a working bathroom is one thing, a bathroom without a door…that takes a little bit of modesty and a lot of love for not only an old house but one that is still under renovation.
As we reflected on the house we spent the last nine years in for Christmases, we wondered how the kids would ease into the new digs. Would they sleep thru the first night? Would they be comfortable? Would they worry about unfamiliar noises? Would the dog be pacing back and forth all night? Growling or worse, barking at the wind hitting the storm windows or branches of the full grown trees casting shadows. I prepared myself for all of those scenarios as we settled in for the first night.
As I laid my head down to settle in for the night, as construction dust settled around, none of those things happened. I slept soundly through the night as I often do from an exhaustion/ beer induced coma, but the kids were fine, no worries! In fact I woke to my youngest son taking it upon himself to unpack his closet and started putting his clothes in his dresser. Turns out the kids were mildly unaware or unaffected and have settled with the greatest of ease.
