Dream Home

Not many people get to live in their dream home.

But I do.

This is the dream home that I drew when I was 8 years old.

I'm a bit of a nostalgic person, and yes, I still have my very old sketch book.

The dream? A log cabin, some land, yellow flowers, a chimney to the right, a tree on the left...

 My home.  I was surprised at how much it fits the dream house drawing!  Our yard is even covered in tall yellow dandelions between mowings.  

It's easy for me to grumble at the long list of to-dos around here.  Our siding is falling off, windows are cracked, kitchen outdated... The termite guy was saying he used eco-friendly pest control.  "Well, we're so eco-friendly," I replied, "that we invite all the animals to come live in the holes in our walls!"  We chuckled, but really, the siding is bad.

But it's still my dream house.  

I love that the massive stone fireplace is built from stones off of our semi historic property.  They used to be part of the foundation of one of Tyrone's original school houses called Rocky Mountain.  The big oak trees that shade our yard are majestic.  The muscadines and figs are sweet and delicious.  The porch swing is inviting and the perfect place for watching storms.

I've given birth here twice.  Shared so many giggles and hugs with my three sweet children.  Enjoyed family meals around the table.

Justin pokes fun at me and says I'll never be able to leave this place.  I will if I have to... but I'm glad that right now I don't have to.

The sketch proves it - I've got a lot to be thankful for.