ninety-seven cents

We bought a house yesterday.
It all seems pretty surreal.
The weirdest part was driving into the garage for the first time. I think that's because you never drive into the garage when you are visiting someone else's house.

Yep, this house is ours.
Kent carried me (and our baby) across the threshold.

I have a crepe myrtle tree in the backyard. I gave it plenty of water yesterday because it was starting to wilt a little.
There was something unbelievably fulfilling about watering my own tree with my own hose in my own backyard.

At the title company yesterday we signed all of our papers (overwhelming!) and then we went to Wells Fargo to get a cashier's check for our down payment. The biggest check we'd EVER seen.
We returned to the title company and gave them the check.

The lady looked at the check and then she said,
"I'm sorry, I can't give you your house keys. You're ninety-seven cents short."

So we went to the car, dug through our spare change and my purse, and returned to the desk with a handful of quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies. To purchase our home with.
In the perspective of the $122,000 we just paid (and borrowed) for a house, that $0.97 seemed really, really funny.

So I took a picture.

The moral of the story is:
Always keep spare change in your car. You never know when you'll need it to buy a house.