they are not even fully moved in, and boxes sit full
ready to be unpacked in most of the rooms.
i watch as they work together, talking about what should go where,
and think, isn't that half the fun?
some of their friends show up on bikes, growlers in their bike panniers to celebrate
and to welcome them home, we sit on their huge deck and have a few beers
and i am so full of gratitude because i can see what a strong
community of friends they have, see just how happy they are,
and i feel blessed and so thrilled for them.
oh, and Basil? he feels right at home