Etsy Square Love Grows Best in Little Houses

A few months ago, I saw a pillow on Instagram with the post-obit words dancing across it…

Merely you know, dear grows best in little houses
With fewer walls to carve up
Where you eat and sleep so close together,
You can't help but communicate
Oh, and if we had more room betwixt us, think of all we'd miss
Honey grows best in houses but similar this."

I immediately fell in love with those sweet words from my ain little 700 square foot abode. Turns out, the words are vocal lyrics from a country song called Little Houses past Doug Stone (check out the hilariously-corny-only-well-meaning music video), and have inspired dozens of beautiful signs and other domicile décor on Etsy. At the fourth dimension, I was frustrated by our failed house hunt, and wasn't exactly embracing the tiny apartment we call domicile.

The more I thought about those lyrics, though, the more than I began to agree that dearest does indeed grow best in little houses. Now, I tell Riley almost every day how much I love our little domicile…because, honestly, I do. It is very small (domicile bout here), and lacks significant storage space (as evidenced by this video), but, oh, there are and then many blessings that pour out of such a small space.

Like how nosotros eat breakfast and dinner in the same place that we play with Charley, which is the same place where I blog, and too where we play games and watch Boob tube. We always become to be together, and that time is so cherished. Even when I have to wrap upwardly a blog post after dinner, and Riley is watching a football game, nosotros're not even x feet autonomously. We still get to collaborate and laugh together, even while we're doing "our own affair."

Or the blessing of turning on music or a podcast (my current favorite podcasts here), setting the speaker on the kitchen counter, and beingness able to do housework anywhere in our apartment, while still being able to enjoy whatever'due south playing–no surround sound needed.

And when I cook–which is all the time–I'm just a few anxiety abroad from Riley and Charley. We get to chat and laugh and spend fourth dimension together as I stir soup or broil breadstuff…because there's no dining room here, simply a inexpensive tabular array and chairs ready from Ikea smack in the heart of our living room, in front of our "office," or a desk pushed against the wall.

The i bathroom we have? Yeah, information technology makes for sleepy, giggling conversations through the steam while Riley's in the shower each morning time and I brush my teeth. And is in that location whatsoever ameliorate way to offset the day than in a warm bathroom laughing beyond the shower mantle? I've yet to find one.

And when I clean, which I often do (cleaning routine here), I can make every nook of our identify smoothen in just a few hours. No maid service needed, no three,000 foursquare feet–merely my headphones in, vacuum on, and spray bottle nearby. And to me, there are few things more blissful than getting into bed each evening with a tidy and fresh dwelling.

I dear the mode our little home has forced u.s.a. to purge and de-ataxia, pushing united states of america into accidental minimalism. Nosotros don't have room to store ten pairs of jeans, then we just continue ii. Our pantry tin just hold just a little, so we merely keep simply a little in information technology. Our limited wall infinite forces us to hang but what we cherish–which at present means a whole lot of wedding photos. We're living with less, and we're amend for it. (More on the method I'one thousand using to get rid of stuff here.)

Our one Television set? Information technology lives in the living room, and it is the physical manifestation of compromise. We've learned quickly to either enjoy what the other enjoys, find something we'd both savor, or use the DVR. I've never watched so much football or ESPN as I take since I got married…but most of the time, I really enjoy it!

And on days when I've just had it? When I'chiliad moody and irrational and I don't want to solve anything–I but want to slam the door and cry? Well, there's merely i viable door to slam, and that'south to the bedchamber. So, even in my ugliest moments, I can't stay cooped up in silence for too long, considering my husband needs somewhere to sleep. When in that location's nowhere to hibernate, beautiful vulnerability becomes inevitable. Communicating and non going to bed angry isn't only a choice, it'due south a complete necessity in a petty place similar ours.

Perhaps my favorite? The rattling of the front door around 6pm each evening can be heard from anywhere in our home, fifty-fifty the shower. With this rattling, and and so the click of the door unlocking, I e'er know that my Riley is home from work and drop whatever I'thousand working on to run into a big hug. I wouldn't trade anything for that offset-matter-in-the-door encompass.

And so, at the end of the solar day, love is growing best in our little business firm. I've heard that a married person is much like a rough stone at the first, with the goal of becoming smooth over years of learning communication, compromise, unselfishness, and dearest. I am then thankful for every square foot that nosotros live in and the style that our lilliputian home is transforming our hearts. May we utilize every approving we're given to get more than like Jesus, more similar smooth stones. Here'due south to footling houses.

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Source: https://blairblogs.com/2015/11/love-grows-best-in-little-houses/

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