Pop Open the Bubbly

It's time to celebrate. Ron - who's 45 years old - finally owns his first home. I guess it's a first for me too since the only other real estate I've owned was a condo. Our down payment was wired to the title company an hour ago.

Poof!

Money's gone. In it's place: this gorgeous, private writer's retreat in Colorado. It's a second home (we're still renting here in Maryland and apparently will be for awhile now), but the retreat holds so much hope: a place Ron and I will enjoy romantic getaways, a place where I will pen my first book, a place to celebrate with our families over holidays and summers. And, best of all, a place we hope that others (you?) will use as a retreat. It's not furnished yet. We have a long "To Do" list and awhile to go before it'll be available - but the purchase process is finito!

Tonight, to celebrate, we're going to a candlelight yoga class. Then I'm concocting a spinach salad with dried cranberries (Ron's fav), pine nuts, goat cheese, bow tie pasta, and balsamic vinaigrette. Maybe we'll be super crazy and heat up vegetable soup too. But best of all, Ron says he's coming home with a bottle of Schramsberg champagne.

Bottom's up!