Door Number 1...this door opened to newly wedded married life.
Our first together home.
An ugly couch and a TV sitting on a wooden crate. Behind this door we learned to manage our money, our time, and our expectations. We learned to make plans.
Opportunity knocked on this door and led us to Door Number 2. A rented townhouse while we figured out which end was up in a brand new city.
Door Number 3...our first 'house'.
Kids signing papers for what felt like gobs of money. A messy back garden transformed into a small slice of paradise. Fun neighbors. Time for some grown up furniture.
A baby on the way meant a whole new kind of bliss.
We learned to make room for more love.
We carried that with us to Door Number 4...another house.
Far from our roots. A door behind which just-us became just-us-three. Better than bliss. It was here we learned how to love in 3-D.
We struggled to find Door Number 5.
Insane real estate markets in Northern NJ. Always. Especially in the late 1980s. Interest rates above 10%. Add to that a crazy commute.
Then. A ray of sunshine.
Just-us-three became a family of four. Complete behind this door. We learned the well of love never runs dry.
We welcomed a move.
Door Number 6...breezes off the Bay. Crab feasts and water skis. Ballet and music. Kids on the backyard swing. Home. Let's never leave. This is bliss.
Behind this door we learned about growing pains and bedtime prayers. How to pick a crab and ride a bike. How to grow up girls.
Behind this door we discovered the current of life can flow suddenly fast round an unexpected bend. We learned its best to grab an inner tube and hang on for the ride. We learned to never say never.
Which brings me to Door Number 7...the one where adventure called our name.
We walked thru this door and never looked back. It was the door that led us inside to a whole new outside. The door to a world of people and places and opportunity we had never considered. It was behind this door a family grew rock solid together in the game of life. Cemented. We learned to stamp all that is behind this door onto our hearts.
We left door Number 7 open just a crack.
We like to look behind it now and again.
But we walked on through Door Number 8.
Behind this door is an empty nest. Just us. Still learning. Like a long time ago only different. Behind this door are full hearts. And our tapestry of door upon door.