In the Still of the Night

I know I've used that title before, but I love that phrase. I really love the peace and quiet once all the children are asleep in their beds. I have time to think over what I've done, and what still needs doing.
Our current home is beginning to feel broken up. There are gaps, holes - not to mention huge stacks of towering boxes filling up rooms in the basement. Bookshelves stand nearly empty; the tool rack is bare. Our bedroom looks larger than it ever has before. I wonder if we will ever miss this place. We have lived here for 3 1/2 years - most of my 4yo's life. She and the baby don't know any other place.
I am ready to put down deeper roots. I am ready to paint walls in something other than "pale neutrals that can be covered easily", and put flower beds where I want them. I am ready to spend hours thinking up just how I want to decorate in order to make my new home comfy and peaceful. There is a big spot inside me that has yearned for total expression and has not yet had a chance. I'm not sure I can even explain how I feel about what some call "interior design", but at one point my family felt it might be my calling. I know that I feel very strongly about what fits together and what doesn't, and what feels right in a room or feels wrong, and what fits the style of a house or does not. We ended up choosing a more casual-style home than I tend to gravitate to myself, but considering the number of children we have, that is a good thing. If we'd chosen a more formal home, I would feel obliged to purchase formal furniture and decorate with more formal furnishings, and where would that leave our children to be comfortable?
Our closing date is two weeks away, and I am trying to stay busy doing my usual things, sticking to routines, keeping my mind off our new home in case something should go wrong. I'd love to let my imagination free, but I refrain, willing always to let God do what He will with us and our housing. At least I have learned that these last nine months.
He knows this yearning that I have. I know that He gave me the gift to see how to make my home and yard beautiful, and that someday I will be able to fully use that gift. I have done what I could with the places we've been given. Some homes were easier than others, and money has always been a constraint, but I have tried.
I smile, because I know He loves me. This new house comes with much promise, and I thank Him for that.