A Home Transplant

 This is where the house is going to go. Our house.

 Soon this will be a driveway.



This is the friendly evergreen greeter.

This will be the yard.

 

 



Looks to be the perfect spot for a small table and chairs. Coffee will taste good here.

 This is the very beginning. A solid ground to get us from here to there...


A new house.
While excitement is growing daily, there is a strange sort of sadness brewing within me, as well. Going from here to there means...saying good bye.
 To a place that is dear to my heart.
The house we live in now is a gem.
It has given us so much.
So much to love. So much to miss.

The sounds:
The crunch of tires on the driveway means that someone is home. Someone I love.
Whispers of the glorious shade trees in spring are captivating.
Chickens, children and skunks play in the yard. Some make it. Others--not so much.
The creaky spot in the kitchen floor right by the fridge. Just makes me smile.
Children running endless circles through the well-designed house.
Someone forever & always begging for the bathroom.
So much laughing. So much crying. So many prayers.
A million spoon clinks in my coffee cup.
 
This is where we started, I think.
This was the place God chose to build for us a beautiful foundation.
In this perfectly imperfect little house.
This is where we grew up. Really grew up.
Or at least began to...
This is where we figured out what we wanted our life to be.
This is where our life became what we wanted it to be.
This is where Grace started to make sense.
This is where we tried and failed. And tried again.
This is where we made a family...where we made dear friends.
This is where we made a home.



Now we are about to build a house. (I think, Lord. Yes?)

A few walls, some paint, endless opportunities to decorate.

But we know that a home has nothing to do with walls, paint, or decor.

And everything to do with people.

A home has everything to do with Love.

 

 

We have a home.

And it's coming with us.