I wrote about our little backyard last summer, which happened to be our first full summer at the new house, and something I said back then still holds true. (We moved in about halfway through the summer two years ago.)
“Our backyard may be tiny, but the memories are big, and only getting bigger.”
When I think back to our decision to purchase this house, it wasn’t because of a magnificent view, or a beautiful wooded backyard, or a property one dreams of. But rather, it was because of a feeling that it would fit our needs for this particular season – the season of raising young children, and being home, a lot. I’ve since wavered a few times quietly to myself, about whether or not it was the right decision, but as our big sis keeps growing, and now that baby brother has come along, I know without a doubt that it was. I’m so thankful for our tiny little backyard, and though it’s far from perfect, or Instagram worthy, it’s perfect for us. I will always believe that home is where the heart is, and all of my heart is with these little people, and my husband, wherever that may be. I’ve had the magnificent view, the wooded backyard, and grew up on a property one dreams of – so this, this suburbia, family friendly little patch of grass is still new to me, but I wouldn’t trade it.
By the end of our first summer here, we’d already made some pretty special memories. I remember the first time we introduced it to Truckee, and she ran wild for hours it seemed, constantly chasing her ball and sniffing out every square inch, so happy to finally have a soft place for her paws. I remember the first time Adeline ran out across the green grass, and I didn’t even think twice about her safety (i.e. falling on a giant rock or tripping on a tree branch!) I remember when we’d sit out on the patio with Adeline and eat picnics outside, because we could and because we’d never had a patio to do that on. I remember getting her water table put together, and watching her splash and play. I remember sitting on the patio, calling my mom crying when I realized I was having a miscarriage. It was a big summer, and I couldn’t imagine it getting bigger, but knew it would. I knew our tiny backyard had much more in store for us.
And then last summer, we took full advantage of our little outdoor space. We played outside more nights than I could count, spent more Saturdays back there than I thought possible, and marveled as Adeline seemed to morph into a legit big kid. Every time she played outside, she seemed bigger. We added two pink Crepe Myrtles, twinkle lights, more toys than we need, and swore up and down we’d build a raised garden, but never got around to it. I remember sitting back there with my shirt half raised, trying to get some sun on my very pregnant belly, dreaming about the next summer when baby brother would join us.
Lately I’ve been feeling like I want to document more of our ‘everyday.’ More of what our lives look like in the present moment, and yesterday while I sat outside while Adeline played and imagined, and dreamt up pretend scenarios while I sat with Barrett eating a mum-mum, I couldn’t help but feel so happy to be right where I am. In our tiny backyard, that’s not pretty by any means, but in our tiny backyard where my babies and I get to just be together. Easy as that. Adam had mowed the yard just a few days prior, and the smell of the first cut of springtime still lingered, making me excited for sunshine and frolicking outside. I squeezed Barrett a little tighter, and couldn’t help but fight back tears as Adeline sang to herself and climbed on her monkey bars.”Mommy, watch this!” for the billionth time.
The weather is finally starting to really warm up, and it’s got me dreaming about what this summer will look like. Adeline has already started playing outside some by herself while we watch from inside, and Barrett will start crawling sometime this summer, possibly even teeter tottering around. It’s going to be a wild one, that’s for sure. I imagine we’ll need a bigger pool for both kids, and maybe we’ll finally build the garden. I can’t wait for when Barrett splashes in the baby pool, and Adeline come barreling down the slide into the water beside him. Soon enough, she’ll be asking him to come play in her house, or kicking him out, rather. Adeline is getting close to an age where she’ll start remembering things in the future, and I hope and pray she remembers some of these days with her baby brother. And even if she doesn’t, I know we for sure will. I always wanted a patio where I could sit with my cup of coffee, while the kids played right in front of me, and now those days are here.
I can’t wait to continue to spruce it up, and maybe add some flowers or shrubs. I’m praying my trees come back to life, and bloom even more than last year, and I’d love to add some rose bushes between them maybe, or anything that will withstand the Texas heat. I think some outdoor curtains would be nice, to block the sun as it sets to the west, but can’t decide if it’d be worth the hassle. We were recently gifted a free love seat, and I’m loving it already. The cushions are white though, so I’m not holding my breathe on it necessarily staying white for too long, but it’s jazzed up our patio quite nicely, for not having to do anything on our part! None of our patio furniture matches, and our ‘coffee table’ is a fisher price kids picnic table. Our rug gets blown around on windy days, and during big storms, sometimes our grills falls over. If it’s a really bad storm, Adeline’s toy mower often takes flight across the yard, and our purple adirondack chairs end up upside down. There’s always at least a handful of piles of Truckee poop, and weeds in the corners. It’s all very glamorous, if you can’t tell.
I know this isn’t our forever home, but for the time being, it’s pretty perfect. Our tiny backyard is going to feel tinier and tinier, as the kids get bigger, and soon we’ll be wondering how we ever survived with such a small yard. I love the quote, “Love grows best in little houses, with fewer walls to separate, where you eat and sleep so close together, you can’t help but communicate, and if we had more space between us, think of all we’d miss, love grows best in little houses like this.” I think the same is true of little yards. The moments I’ve cherished most so far are the ones where we’re all crammed together, thanking God for such a tiny space. It’s perfect for this present season, and we’re content in that. And I think contentment has a direct correlation with your happiness.
Bring it on 2019, let’s see what your spring and summer have in store!