We're forever talking about the benefit of hindsight. What we'd have done differently. But today I am thankful for foresight. Particularly that of my husband.
Back in January we decided to move to the country. I'd seen a house online that looked pretty good and we went to have a look at it.
Predictably it didn't look like the photos... Not as bright or open. But it was okay.
We wandered around the property. I had a freaking out Little Mate all over me so didn't take a whole lot in. It was a big property (5 acres) and again I was fairly nonplussed.
As we walked out the agent asked what we thought. Without hesitation the Supertrucker started talking offers. I was blown away (and more than a little furious) that he was launching in based on my 'yeah it's okaaaayyy' and not having had a conversation about it at all.
The drive back home was tense, to say the least.
I looked at the pictures online again that night. I noticed some things I had overlooked while we were there. Good things. Things that made me happy.
Time passed. We survived the sale of our own house with our sanity intact (just) and we moved to this house that I was not so sure about.
And it has to be said, my husband is a genius.
He saw the potential. He envisaged our life here and saw how it could work for us. While I was bemoaning the lack of a dishwasher he was seeing a far bigger picture.
This move has been amazing for us. Our house feels more homely to me than any other has, after less than two months here. It is large but cozy. Room for everyone to have their own space (and then some) but with a central heart that holds us together. Even the godforsaken millions of rosebushes haven't deterred me.
The Supertrucker saw this. He knew I would be so happy here, even when I was unsure. I am so thankful that he knows me so well. I am thankful for his foresight.