This has been a weekend.

I think that John and I have just embarked on the crazy adventure of buying our first house.  I mean — I know we have, but it feels completely surreal.  We are now totally obsessed with furniture arrangements, sound systems, flooring, tiles … you get my point.  And they haven’t even broken ground yet.

Yeah, you heard me.  Construction hasn’t even begun.

There are many emotions that we have felt in the past day and a half.  I can say without a doubt that cutting a check as huge as is necessary to buy a house makes a person feel a little faint.  But knowing that we have been able to pick every detail we want and we can still afford it?  That verges on euphoric.

Here’s the thing.  A little less than six years ago, the idea of the man and I buying a house — any house really — was comic.  We have come so far, that our lives are nearly unrecognizable.  So it’s a little hard not to be over the moon at this latest progression.

I’m also focusing on this new, big, amazing adventure, because life isn’t very fair.  And if I didn’t know that (which, to be honest, I sort of did) I most assuredly learned it yesterday.

So, in the spirit of all that this weekend held, I just want to say, I love my husband, I love my brother and I have the most incredible parents in the entire world.  I could never properly express my love for them. I am beyond blessed — in fact, there is not a word in the English language that adequately describes the incredible people I am lucky enough to be surrounded by.

For now, that is all.