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I just realized that I haven't posted anything about our new home since we moved in.  Sometimes I feel overwhelmed when I think about our beautiful home.  Overwhelmed with how blessed we are, overwhelmed with how perfect it is for us, overwhelmed with how much stuff we DON'T have, overwhelmed that Christmas is here and I have approximately ZERO decorations, overwhelmed that three months later (Can you believe it's been that long already?) we still have boxes what feels like everywhere, overwhelmed that its actually mine...  Nick says I'm being silly.  I probably am.  My Christmas list consists solely of items for the house.
Sometimes I feel a little bit like that book, "If you give a Mouse a Cookie"

If you give a girl a house, she will want new couches.  If you buy her new couches, she will need cute pillows to dress up those couches.  Once she sees the pillows, she will realize how naked the walls are and will want a giant clock.  If you get her a giant clock, she will realize that it is time for some new bedding....  And so on and so forth.

Sigh.  I love my house.  It is so much more than just a house, it is a home.  It is amazing, and wonderful, and gorgeous, and perfect, and mine.  I know that if will take time to make it look exactly the way I want it to look and upgrade my ancient hand me down furniture from my parents to new furniture, but It will get there.  For now, I am content just to be able to walk around in my underwear, so if you want to come visit, we'd LOVE to have you (we even have a guest bed for you to sleep in!) but just make sure you call first...