This Land

It was thirteen years ago yesterday, the day I first stepped foot on this bit of soil.

It was dark outside, the house was sub-floor and sheetrock, surrounded by mud.

A tall, skinny boy held my hand as he proudly guided me through the construction debris and to the door.

I had only the teensiest glimmer of a thought that I might one day call this land home.

A momentous occasion, that night.
Strange to think that it passed without trumpets and fanfare.

love, Love, LOVE this guy.

Still.

Always.

MORE.

I've shared his name for eleven years now.

I'm good for another fifty, at least.