We have a backyard. To many of you that just seems like a given. Where I grew up (in upstate NY) it WAS a given. I have memories of playing in my backyard–oh wait–we had front and side yards, too!!
So when I moved to Florida it was a bit of a shock. South Florida is beautiful. I found myself staring at palm trees for hours when I first came down. But the houses can be close and the yards can be small.
The cost of living is definitely a jump from what I was used to and it’s crazy to compare here to there–especially when Dave and I bought our first townhome. We loved it. It was perfect for us. But the pricetag made our hearts skip a beat.
Then came Sienna. And we still loved it. Then came all her STUFF. Then came Rocco. And you know what? We still loved our townhome. It was where we made memories…where we started our family.
But we didn’t have a yard.
Dave and I would talk about how we wanted a place to kick around the ball, play catch, blow bubbles, and just chase the kids.
And so we started looking at new homes.
It didn’t take us very long to decide where we wanted to be. We took one look at the backyard and we were certain this home would be a NEW perfect for us.
As I walked around the grass and checked out our baby palm trees, I saw us here. I saw us blowing bubbles and chasing the kids. I saw us having friends over for cookouts. I saw us building a pool (and my outdoor kitchen!) someday.
Our kitchen table overlooks the sliding glass doors. At dinner, I watch as the sun sets and paints the most beautiful colors across the sky.
And I give thanks…to one…to many…because we have a backyard.