A new home for

Priya
& Tom

The keys are yours

Welcome home

The keys are in your hand and the front door is yours at last. We are so incredibly proud of you both — of the graft, the saving, the endless spreadsheets.

A house is just bricks and mortar until you fill it with the life you two are so good at. May it be full of noise, and friends, and the smell of something burning in the oven.

Welcome home.

Here's to a doorstep worn soft by welcome,
to lamps left on for whoever comes late; to kettles that whistle and rooms that fill,
to laughter that leaks through the garden gate. May winter find you warm by the hearth,
and summer throw the windows wide — for this is more than mortar and floor:
it's the two of you, and a life, inside.

A few small wishes

May the kettle always be on.
First to burn the toast owes the other a cuppa.
Every wall is a blank page now — go and fill them.

Home, in the making

And so

With all our love,
Mum & Dad

There. Now it's home. ♥