There are Advantages to having Stairs
The door opens and we see the stairs reach upwards toward the second floor. The house looks and smells new. The rooms are empty and the walls are bare. In a few weeks, we will stuff it with furniture, six kids, seven pets and a disgruntled future mother-in-law. The organized chaos will soon begin while, for now, it is peacefully quiet. This chaos is our new life. It will be a change but, for now, the two of us walk through the new home measuring windows. She will try to find time to make curtains.
The downstairs is measured. We climb the stairs, my fiancée going first while I watch her curvy ass. I can see advantages to these stairs. We now stand in the master bedroom and discuss where the bed will sit. We are planning the layout of our blending worlds. I measure another window before asking her if she wants to christen the house on the newly shampooed carpet. It is a joke unless she wants to. She declines, and it remains a joke. There will be a better time for that.
As I look around, I start to miss my old house and the memories of my children growing up inside. I can see their tiny faces and hear their infectious laughter. These images only make the realization that they will soon be leaving home harder to handle. I know this is a brand-new start, a chance to watch my new children grow and to enjoy the last few years of our older kids at home. There is no doubt that I want to share this new life with her. She believes in me. I feel the pressure of making it all work. It has to. I can’t imagine a life without her.
d-_-b “our house” – Madness