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When you love something you want to come full circle with it. As hard as that may be at times, it is just as important to be there at the end of it's time, as it was to be there at the beginning and for every moment in between. Our relationship to "things" is very much tied to how they came into our life, how they leave it, and the part they play while they are around.
I was feeling low about all the money being spent on the house. All the time being spent, when we have so little time left in Austin before we board our plane. And why are we fixing up the house just so some random strangers can come in and knit-pick their way to a lower price? Don't they realize how much time and energy and money went into all of this? And they want 2k off because the light fixtures are "old?" Are you kidding me?! Yes, I even got angry at the future, potential, fictional buyers.
Until today. I was diligently scrubbing the trim and doors with my Magic Eraser, grunting over the blood splatters on the bathroom cabinets from Hejjo's many late night nosebleeds and the many many swirls of crayon drawings on the window sills and bedroom doors and I began to smile, and think...
We could have put in these floors years ago and enjoyed them ourselves but we didn't. We didn't because we knew that little babies were going to be learning to walk. We knew that older children were going to wrestle and we knew that sometimes mommies and daddies would want to get down on the floor and play too. And carpet is better for these things. Carpet was best. We could have painted the walls a nicer color, covered up the marks and stains and dirty hand prints. But we knew there would be more. Because even when the older two grew up enough to "know better," the next two were right behind them, sneaky permanent marker in hand. Letting it go was best. It was fine. The dishwasher worked and no one cared that a couple prongs were missing or that it was really loud, because when it's your turn to put the dish washing tab in, and click the little door shut, nothing else matters.
Instead of investing in new floors, and walls, and fancy appliances, we invested in people. We invested in life. Our time, our energy, and our money, for the last 7 years, went to that one endeavor. And our house allowed us to protect and love and educate that life in it's very own un-fancy, run down, lived-in way. The best way.