The night we got the keys to our home, we met with our realtor and looked around the house for a while, imagining how we would set things up or what we might change. Along with flowers and keys, lots of congratulations were exchanged. We walked him out and said our good byes. And standing there, on the front walkway to our house, keys in hand, looking up at what was now OUR house, Tom started to giggle. It bubbled up out of somewhere deep inside him, like a wave. It was quite possibly the happiest I’ve ever seen him, and I’ve seen him plenty happy over the years.

I love you house.