Our new house is not a new house. It was built 55 years ago, and at least two families that we know of have lived here.

It’s been well taken care of and had a lot of thought put into it, little touches and big.

The parallel curvature of the backyard bushes and bricked flower garden. The hook just outside the casement windows that crank open to refill the hummingbird feeder. The dogwood branches that fill the master bedroom window.

We are so blessed to have this house.

But still, we have to make it ours.

That means cleaning and changing and moving around.

And we’ll surely continue all this and more for as long as we’re here … which, at this point, may be forever. :)