I just realized that it’s been exactly one year since we got the keys to our house. I enjoy moments like this when I stop and realize how much we’ve done instead of lamenting over all the to-dos that haven’t been crossed off our list yet.*
The little girl that lived here before us was quite the artist. I’ve painted over her artwork in several closets and just last week I finally painted over her permanent marker signature on the front of the house. I really don’t know why a 5 minute job took me so long to get to, especially since the previous owners left a can of touch-up paint in the garage. Maybe it’s just because I’m lazy or maybe in some weird sentimental way I felt bad destroying the evidence of another girl’s life here. Only a few days later I walked into our front room and found Cooper scribbling on our hardwood floor with a permanent marker. A large part of me was mad (mostly at myself for leaving a permanent marker within his reach), but a small part of me butted in with the thought that this place really is ours now. Right now it’s ours to mark up with memories. Over time those memories may be covered up (or sanded out) perhaps by us or someone else, but it’s the making that’s the important thing. **
*An article on why lamenting over unfinished to-do lists is actually a mark of a successful person from one of our favorite finance blogs.
**I am not sentimental enough to leave my son’s art on our living room floor forever though, so if anyone has tips on cleaning permanent marker before I have to turn to a belt sander, I’d love to hear them.