the one about the bedroom on january 21st || personal story || ethan and bethany burt || love burt living

1.21.14
i knew this morning that snow happened because it was so bright in our room!
i was so excited to open the curtains. 
and when i say curtains i mean bed sheets that we use as curtains because i am not 
about to spend $35 a panel. 

so, this is our room today. it's so bright and brilliant! 
i want to share our room because i want to be able to look back and remember
 it exactly how it is today. 
ethan and i share our hearts here. we live and love here. 
it's the heartbeat of our home. 
i've always wanted to be a wife. but i never imagined 
such pure joy could be had. 
and i'm thankful.  
this bedroom, this place, this room, is my favorite. 

also, sometimes i don't make the bed. 
like today. 
i'd rather eat chips and blog. 

plus cat really likes to burrow under the pile of sheets and blankets on the bed like an adorable little cat fort and it's stinkin' cute. 
and how could i deny her that fun?

this morning was so glorious. 
i love most the winter snow brightness and the warm 
sun beaming through the house windows. 

everything's white. 
bright.
i love white. 

i love celebrating imperfections. 
and real life. 
i love that i don't have it all together but that i still love who i'm becoming. 

i like enjoying what i like and not apologizing for it. 

i like the doorknobs on our doors. 
i like that the door to my studio space has a giant crack in it and doesn't shut all the way.

i like looking at ethan's hands to see how hard he 
worked creating our lovely dark hardwood floors. 
plus, he just has really nice hands. 

i love piecing our house together with things we were gifted with because they tell a story. 
they are a part of our life and they look cute in the place we call home.
they are pieces of our friends' hearts that we get to hold onto for a lifetime. 

i like that we look around the house and see the things we fudged up on. 
or that look just a little bit "off". 
it's our hard work. 
our friends' hard work. 
not-knowing-what-we're-doing, hard work. 
it's just as imperfect as us and it's perfectly perfect to me.