thankfully

there are quite a few broken things around our house right now. thankfully, the homeowners curse, you know, the one where everything breaks right after you buy the house, thankfully, it didnt occur for the first year of home ownership. and thankfully, the things broken arent anything important…you know, like the roof, or the air conditioner. yup, the home ownership curse. thankfully, it’s a mild case and despite the prognosis, it all feels like home. the  broken garage door that requires manually opening and closing and has caused our cars to sit outside for quite awhile now, and caused our recycle bin to sit outside collecting some water during rain showers. the front door you have to kick in the lower right corner to open from the inside and the keyhole that attempts to eat your key, every. single. day. the leaky mailbox that in a fierce rainstorm, causes the mail to get all soggy…though luckily, mass mailers and promotions arent all that mourned for. the sliding screen door in the back has an rip from where andrew tried to walk through it, nose first – needless to say, the screen door lost. the washing machine that decided to spin it’s last cycle and has caused us to spend many much time at our parental units well, units. the closet that gave in to the weight of andrew’s clothing…and yes, i said andrew’s clothing, not mine – please take note of that. the garbage disposal that’s clinging to it’s last breath of life that has tried to go to it’s death on more than one occasion. the towel rack that requires pushing back into the wall every time you take your towels off it. it’s a little broken at the moment, our house. but we love it. and it feels like home.

my eyes slowly opened as i listened to the rain. it was saturday morning, a dreary, windy, rainy saturday morning. garland was snuggled up in the small of andrew’s back, twitching under the covers as she dreamed, andrew’s breathing steady as he clung to the edge of sleep for a few more moments. there were things broken around our house, same as every other day these last few months, but it didnt matter. and frankly, it still doesnt. our life is a little different than most. our priorities are a little different than most. there are things broken around the house and we dont care. sure, they’ll get fixed, eventually. but we arent in a rush. life goes on, and we’re thankful. homeowners curse, soggy mail, difficult key eating front door, andrew imprinted back door, manual opening garage door, broken washing machine, sad sounding garbage disposal, barely hanging towel rack, half a closet and all.

dwell in possibility…