The One (Not Marcus, The House)

So we spent Valentine’s Day doing the most romantic thing imaginable: looking at houses with a realtor named Brenda who wore too much perfume and kept calling us ‘lovebirds.’ Because nothing says romance like discussing square footage and HOA fees, right?

But then we walked into 2847 Creekwood Lane and I literally stopped breathing. Four bedrooms, two and a half baths, a kitchen island big enough for Sophie’s art projects AND Marcus’s laptop, and a backyard where Theo can dig for ‘dinosaur bones’ without the neighbors calling CPS.

The One (Not Marcus, The House)

Marcus is doing his thing, examining the fence like he knows what makes a good fence (he doesn’t), but I’m already mentally hanging string lights and planning where the fire pit goes.

I know we’re supposed to see three more houses today, but why bother? I found The One. Now I just have to convince Marcus that the slightly creaky stairs add ‘character’ and that we definitely need a house with a two-car garage for all the hobbies he’s going to start and abandon. Happy Valentine’s Day to us – nothing says love like a 30-year mortgage.

Brenda says we can put in an offer Monday. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’ve already named the house in my head. Welcome to the Hartwell era, Creekwood Lane.