The house needs a lot more work than I remember it needing, it has been months since anyone has touched it. The yard is a bit overgrown (a bit is an understatement... there is a gazebo in there, under those hedges, if you look hard enough, you can almost see it). And the rooms are much smaller than I remember them to be, with dirty carpets, and missing closet doors. But together? Everything? The house? The home? It's perfect. The moment I stepped out of the car, tired from sickness and over-working myself, and I hear Marlowe (for the first time ever) say: "happy." Our shared dinner of veggie chips and sparkling water, in the backyard our of new home. A breeze blowing, the bees pollinating, the mosquitos stinging, and neither one of us wanting to get up, and leave that mostly overgrown stoop. The way we ran, and twirled, back and forth... and back and forth, through-out the entire house, because there's space, and we can do that now. The way Marlowe sat in our brand new doorway, watching my father help us with yard-work "papa cut grass." The way, that for the first time, in months, a cool breeze came in. It's all perfect. The season is changing, everywhere. No amount of words will ever describe how grateful I am for today-- how grateful I am for my family, their love, their support, and their unconditional kindness. I will never find enough words to say thank you, for today, for the help with our new home, for everything. I am grateful.