When people ask about how Alex proposed, I tell them about the day we got the keys to our first house. We were standing in the driveway, next to the mailbox, when he repeated a line he’d said a few times before: “Do you think that could say ‘The Mortons’ some day?”
We’ve enjoyed – mostly! – our adventure together as homeowners. We wanted a house that needed a little TLC; something that we could make our own, that Alex could tinker with. Somedays, I think we got more than we bargained for – but other days, it all seems to be just right.
We came home on Sunday after a whirlwind week helping prepare for Alex’s brother’s wedding. It had been raining – hard – almost all of that time … and because we’d been away and busy, we hadn’t realized water was coming in through our basement window. Needless to say, I was less than happy about our DIY desires at that point!
But tonight, things changed. Alex called me down to the basement, where he was busy pulling off drywall and insulation. He said he had something to show me – which, with this house, is usually something worthy of a Mike Holmes rant. But this time, we both just shook our heads in amazement and laughed.
“Our house is giving you a brooch for your bouquet.”
Yes, in behind the drywall, soaked from the rain, was a lovely flower brooch that will fit into my bouquet perfectly. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason you eventually come to appreciate – and while I still wish we didn’t have another house project to finish before the wedding, I’m glad to have our house’s contribution to our bouquet!