Today is our fourth wedding anniversary. Time has really gone by quickly, especially since I am counting each year as ten. That way, we can have our Fiftieth next year and have a party! After that, I will go back to just one year at a time, and maybe we make it to our 75th. I'll be 95 so that's not impossible. Of course, I was never very proficient with math.
A lot has happened in our few years together. Our biggest project has been moving. It took John a long time to decide to leave his beloved acreage in "God's Country." He lived there thirty three years and has lots of wonderful memories. We only moved a few miles away, and I think he really appreciates that everything is familiar. My man is a creature of habit. But there is still enough of the adventurer in him to keep me surprised. Essential to a marriage, I always think. We are a good fit, We never would have considered that we would end up together when we first met many years ago, but I am so grateful and happy that he came into my life.
We closed on our new house while I was still on vacation, so he started moving in first. A few days after I got home, the movers came and we started staying here. Everything has gone slowly. Moving day was the only day of torrential rain that we had all summer. We needed it, but it did make things a little more difficult. We ended up moving a lot of the small things ourselves. This happens every time, and I always say I will never do it again. But I don't seem to learn. It's not just that it was a house. We also had four outbuildings. We found all sorts of stuff that he had no idea he even had.
Our other house hasn't sold yet, so we have had time to do this slowly. The plan was to not move anything we didn't want to keep. There has been lots of selling and donating, and putting free stuff out on the driveway. People really will take anything if it is free. Almost everything is moved now, but we still have one attic to go through. As the house has emptied, I have become even more aware of how much storage we really had. It is an old farm house, the kind with nooks and crannies, and rooms behind rooms. Lots of surprises in that house, and I have already said how I think surprises are necessary. Unfortunately, most of the people looking at houses right now don't appreciate the value of an old house. Many people want new and open, and none of the homey touches old houses do so well. I will miss it, and I will especially miss my little cottage, which John built for me because he knew it was difficult to take over another woman's house. Have I said the man is a treasure?
