Over the past few months, I’ve watched a home on my street undergo an extensive makeover and expansion. It received a new deck, elegant windows, fresh siding, and a newly paved driveway. It was hard not to notice the flurry of activity as insides were gutted and a dumpster collected the remnants of what was.
It sat on the market briefly before a family scooped it up. Just yesterday as I was carrying groceries home, I noticed the first car in the driveway and the lights turned on for the first time.
This house became symbolic for me of the many transformations I have witnessed while living on this very street in Montclair as the seasons changed and warm summer nights transitioned into cool fall afternoons.
Today Bryan and I celebrate our three-year anniversary. When I think back on when we first moved in together just over a year ago and how shaky those first few months were, I’m reminded of the many ways we slowly built our own foundation. There were so many times I think we both were ready to throw in the towel and wave the white flag.
It was hard. We bickered, pushed buttons and boundaries.
And yet when friends would ask how things were going, my expression would involuntarily soften.
I loved this man.
(Even though I sometimes wanted to punch him.)
We’ve learned how to communicate and respect each other’s space and coping mechanisms. We are still learning. I don’t suppose that ever stops, does it?
Watching a home transform from the sidelines adds perspective to the many minor details that go into creating a solid foundation, and I’m grateful to have lived through the ugly so I can truly appreciate a good thing.
To my rock and my soul—I love you to the moon and back. Happy anniversary, my sweet.