A chair is still a chair, even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home
When there’s no one there to hold you tight
And no one there you can kiss goodnight…

A flute is still a chair, even when there’s no Champange in there…

I’m not sure why I woke up with a sad song in my head this morning: today is one of the happiest days in a long, long time… even in a month and a new year that has been filled with moments of joy that I would have never imagined in my lifetime.

Last night, Tracie P and I opened a bottle of Champagne to celebrate our first dinner and evening at home… our very first night in our first home together… our very first sip from our Waterford crystal flutes, a first bite from our Charlotte flatware and Portmeirion “Sophie Conran White” plates…

A desk is still a desk…

The joy of this moment doesn’t erase the challenges we face: a dear and beloved family friend who is dealing with serious health issues, a misunderstanding and a useless quarrel with another good friend, and the financial and professional mountains Tracie P and I have yet to climb…

As I sit at my desk for the first time and sip my morning coffee (out of our new coffee cups), as Tracie P slumbers on an early Sunday here in Austin, I’m taking a moment to breath in the magic of this moment, this first sip of coffee, and this first blog post at my “new” desk… in our new home…

I love you so very much Tracie P and I love our new (and first!) home together… With you by my side, this little, humble house is so much more than just a house…

Thanks for reading and letting me share this moment with ya’ll… Buona domenica…