This coming week we will spend time with two different couples preparing for marriage.
We love doing this and consider it a privilege to speak of our own marriage into their lives.
We can not do that without a time of reflection.
I thought it might be as good as time as any to document our first home.
It was an apartment.
We did not own it...
we paid rent.
We selected the apartment building close to the Safeway store that my beloved worked as a clerk.
This allowed him to walk to work...
and come home for lunch and again at the end of the day.
I did not love the long hallway that gave my creative mind cause to jitter...
nor did I enjoy the underground parking which seemed dark and on more than one occasion I felt fearful.
What I did love about the apartment was that we were there...
We filled it with our wedding gifts and our own furniture that we had saved carefully to buy.
The avocado braided rug was from my 90 year old paternal grandmother.
She did not know she bought it...
my Dad told her she bought it.
The macrame hanger was made by my sisterbylove Heidi...
who knew I loved indoor plants.
The little ceramic pot at the end of the room with the little palm tree..
I still have and use now and then for a splash of pink.
The coffee table and end tables made of pine were gifts from my beloved's parents.
They are still in use.
The TV was black and white and we were thrilled to have cablevision.
was dreamt about for months.
The bedroom set was a gift from my parents.
My mom quilted the soft yellow quilt and I made the afghan and bed skirt, shams and pillows.
OH..are those my white slippers on the bed?
Here is another one of our living room.
The couches...in that trendy autumn hue...
The large arm chair rocked my babies while I nursed them.
The tiny little yellow plastic framed picture..
and ceramic canister set ...
and the wooden tray my beloved made in woodwork.
The little footstool is where I sat..
when I talked on the phone..
which was wired to the wall.
It was good.
We were in love and though we dreamt of owning our own home...
we were happy to be just the two of us...
in our first home.
all for now...