IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK

Ever since hearing the phrase a few weeks ago, this idea just came to me; I'd like to start a new blog series called 'if these walls could talk'. If you want to join in the fun, all you have to do is comment with a link to a post you've made of your own house/apartment. I'll gladly showcase the entries here on my blog and they'll rotate every week!

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It doesn't seem that long ago that I was just moving into this apartment with Erick.  In all honesty, we were probably only dating for around three months and he had asked me to move in with him.  

I remember being excited and nervous all at the same time, it was a new relationship and we were already taking such a huge, next step.  I'm really glad I took that risk and trusted my instincts.  Everything was perfect, and things started to slowly fall in place.

Many IKEA trips, piles of stuff, laundry baskets, and sinks filled with dishes later we arrive at what is now an evolved and improved version of what we started with.  And even better, we've expanded! (Two more feet.)  And no, not feet in metrics because that would be silly.  Feet as in biological, tiny, adorable baby feet!

If these walls could talk, they would say they've seen love.  They would say the love was raw and uncensored.

Sometimes they saw pregnant meltdowns, and sometimes they saw those same meltdowns turn into giggle fits as we learned to laugh at ourselves.  

These walls would say they've seen the kitchen filled with smoke after many, hilarious cooking adventures.

These walls would say they forgive me for the neon orange and purple scuffs on the ceiling from practicing my hula hoop tricks.

They would remember the night after a romantic and emotional engagement, we accidentally kicked candle wax onto the baseboard while trying to clean up.

Maybe they would remember the time we took a dive off the wooden chair, and I almost hit my head on the stove.

Maybe they would remember the time I leaped for you on the bed, but hit the floor instead.

They have to remember the time I made you try your first Lush bubble bath and I made the water too hot.

They'll DEFINITELY remember the six foot projectile spit-up from two nights ago.

But especially they'll remember the first time we cuddled together as a family on our living room couch.  It was like we had always imagined.