Surprised

This morning we woke knowing the storms had arrived. There was a bit of a glitch with the heating last night but a jolly fellow was here early and soon things were toasty again. Jase fried the peppered bacon and made cheesy eggs and we sat watching the trees thrash about in the wind and listened to the rain wash the world clean. The sky was still dark enough at 9am that we ate breakfast by candle light and I found myself strangely....at home.

This is the first time I've ever stayed at a place "rented, fully furnished" and had anticipated that it might feel strange, like crashing at someone else's place...but it doesn't. Perhaps it's because Jase has been here already for two months, perhaps it's just that I'm so relieved to see his damn face, but truly - I remember walking through the door of our own home ten years ago (listed on Craig's list, kid you not) and knowing one thing: there was love in the walls. Was there work to be done? SO much. Flooring and doorways to make and ceilings to plaster and disasters yet totally unknown, but the love was there.

We played scrabble this afternoon, cocktails and laughter and music and the storm raging outside. We napped. We're eating snacks for dinner tonight as it's too windy to grill the steaks we bought. Tomorrow looks beautiful and here we are with a fire and a glass of wine...in a home with love in the walls.