need somebody.

I know, it's been a while. Don't hate me. Please?? But I've recently been captured by this little house, one as enticing as a glass of water after a long run {although, I wouldn't know - I actually hate running but I really admire runners. It's their stamina, their endurance, and their drive that makes them remarkable and me, well...I'm just a lazy bum.} But this little house has all these freshly painted walls that seem to be quite lonely. They shout, they beg, and they scream for company in the form of my grandmothers stitchwork, my estate sale finds, and even our framed memories. I mean, it's almost like these walls need somebody.

We met these walls a few months back. We thought they were cute. We took them out a time or two. We wanted to keep them company. We wanted them to feel appreciated. We wanted them to be ours. And so, in the beginning of December, we sealed the deal and made our love official. Since then, we've been giving these walls a makeover, one that would enhance their already, very much there, beauty. And this weekend we kicked off our every-night sleepover party and moved our happy selves right on in. Except, we didn't do it alone because that would have been downright impossible. We realized {ahead of time} that we would probably need somebody. 

Why is asking for help so hard for many of us? It's almost like we're scared of needing somebody or we're uncomfortable with realizing we can't be our own knight in shining armor. Well, if I've learned anything in my almost quarter-century existence, it's that we all need a little help. But asking for help isn't always easy, which is partly because when we ask for help we kinda, slightly, over dramatize and freak out that while asking the help question, we may look incapable, we may appear ill-prepared, or we may seam a little weak. But there's strength in knowing you need help. There's grace in realizing you need somebody. And we could not have moved in this weekend without the help of at least 8 somebody's. No joke. 

So, is our house all pretty and imperfectly-perfect looking yet? Ha. Not even close, my friend. Not even close. This is a current vision of our chaos from where I'm typing. 

I know, you probably want more pictures but my exhausted-self seems to be stuck to this couch of ours and aside from the voice of our bed, there seems to be no other persuasion capable of luring these legs to move from their crossed, indian-style stance. 

Since we've been blessed with the gloriously generous outpouring help of others lately, it's made me really appreciate having help. So much so, that I think I need somebody to follow me around and take pictures and videos of us {focusing on baby girl, of course} only because I am the worst at doing all that stuff and I hate how bad of a photographer/videographer/mom with a camera, I am. I also think I need somebody, possibly a little elf, who could magically make more time for me throughout the day because between working with a baby and organizing a house, I'm pretty much totally swamped. And lastly, I think I need somebody to help me figure out how to not freak out about a growing baby. Hello, party people...baby girl will be a 1 year-old in March? Please tell me who approved this message??? Especially since I haven't even written about her 10 months and I'm one week away from her 11th. Lame. Totally lame. Okay, so maybe these somebody's are as realistic as my childhood imaginary friends, but as per my last few posts...a girl can dream, right?

This little house we stumbled upon, many months ago, needed somebody to give it a new sturdy ground to stand on, a new outlook to lift it's spirits, and a new family to be a part of. This little house needed somebody to get down on one knee and ask it to change it's name from house to home. And this growing family of ours seems to be perfectly suited for it's welcoming walls.

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