Today is my second wedding anniversary – but it’s also the seventh anniversary of John and I becoming an us.  We celebrated like champions over the weekend, so today it was work, and then GoT in our pjs while the rain drummed and the thunder and lightening sparred in the sky.

I’ve been all over the place these past few days — the bubble of anticipation for the beginning of June nearly overwhelming.  It’s a big month in the Hawn household.  The man will be journeying to Scotland with me for the first time and our house  — that wild and crazy decision we made in the depths of January — is near fruition.  We snuck in yesterday and saw the flooring down, and the plumbing in every bathroom nearly complete.  It seems that this long held dream will soon be a reality.   Exhilarating and terrifying simultaneously!

The apartment is partially packed — boxes and rolls of tape leaning in corners near stacked belongings.  Lucy has been pushing her food around and working herself up into a frenzy — we think it’s the transition of her home – the uncertainty.  The nervous energy of John and I that she can inherently feel.

It’s an exciting time and a scary time — work continues to challenge us both (in varying degrees and at varying times) and this step — this leap into home ownership feels enormous.  I want to remember these moments, the small breath in between the huge gulps of air — but I know that as time passes, things fade, images become blurry.  There will be a moment in the future when I struggle to remember some detail of this apartment that seems ridiculously simple right now.

Today marks something so important – something so responsible for who I am today, where I am, who I’ve become.  FInding John, choosing to forge a life together — it’s immense, significant.  Humbling.  I think it’s only fitting that a month as big as this month is setting out to be, begins with us.  And I sincerely hope it ends with Lucy finding her appetite in her new house.