Something to note: I loved our first home together. If you read my first post, you will see the sentimental fool that I am! Living in my grandparents' home was an incredible gift that I can never repay. That little home had the Dr. Pepper stained carpet from when my shy husband surprised me by making his move and I kicked my drink over in shock! It had the walls that had been scrubbed until the paint started to come off and the marker didn't (our B only did that once). It had the love of my grandparents and my parents soaked into the framework along with the cries of our sweet boy - he was what our doctor termed a "highly reactive baby."
In the last eighteen months, we have survived new jobs for both my Hubs and me. Our son has found his place in the local school and started to find new activities with new friends. We bought a house and a new septic line (wasn't that getting thrown into the deep end of home ownership) and still had to call a plumber last week. We haven't made this place a home - nothing like what I felt in my grandparents' home. I've been looking for the inspiration to create something amazing out of this place and I think that this blog may be it.
There is no Mulberry Tree in this yard, but in my heart that is what I'm aiming at creating, so....
See you 'round the Mulberry Tree.