Three Years

Three might be my lucky number.

It took us three years to get married (after the engagement. Eight years total if we are being technical).  Three years to get our footing, financially and professionally. Three years to find our little lot of land in Chatham County. Three years to save up the money to build our home.

Today is our three year anniversary of moving in so I can’t help but think today might be a lucky day.

Our house has become the epicenter of our world. In and around it, we’ve celebrated all of the special moments life gives us.

We’ve had the support of our families:

And, friends too:

We’ve mingled with the natives:

We’ve found beautiful places:

And quietly creepy moments resting in the beauty:

We’ve had some pretty special guests:

We’ve watched the sunlight fighting its way free of the clouds:

And, a blue moon rising:

Weird things have happened:

And, we’ve done foolishly fun things:

We’ve run around a little:

And, watched it snow:

We’ve relaxed by the fire:

Gone for long walks:

And, we’ve put down roots:

We’ve lit fires:

And, found critters:

We’ve worked really hard:

We’ve gone very far away:

But, we always find our way back home.