Little girls often dream of their grown-up life. We picture our wedding, our children, and our house. In our dreams our wedding is on the perfect day with flowers everywhere. We're wearing an exquisite gown, our ring is a huge diamond and our husband is Prince Charming. He has no faults.
Eventually, we get hormones and when we find that perfect connection, those hormones blind us to his faults until we have that ring on our finger. Over time we learn to love him in spite of those faults, and later we may even love him because of his faults.
Then the dream of children becomes a reality. We gaze longingly at pretty pink dresses and bows and we imagine our little sweetheart smiling up at us and loving us unconditionally. Then we get pregnant and reality hits. The puking, the heartburn, the swelling to unreal sizes...not to mention the stretch marks from head to toe, the acne, and the saggy boobs. And we don't even want to think about labor.
Somehow it all works out, though. I've always thought that God sends us our kids in the form of babies so that we'll fall for them so hard and fast that the love we feel for them will get them all the way through their teenage years.
Then there's the house. Many grown-ups do things in a different order and start with the house, but that wasn't the case for us. We've been married for six years. We have three darling children and we're squished into a 2 bedroom rental house with mold, drafts and rats. (not kidding)
For six years we've dreamed of our first home. It would be big enough to live in for many years. It would be in the perfect neighborhood, close to parks, schools and church. Our neighbors would become our good friends and we'd live happily ever after.
Well, yesterday it all began! We made an offer on a house that is the perfect blend of my need for a somewhat unique home (no HOA's for me, thankyouverymuch) and Dave's need for functionality and good use of space. It's big enough and it's in the perfect neighborhood, close to parks, schools and church! Later that night our offer was accepted and now the ball is rolling.
And since I married prince charming, and my body is still the model of perfection, and my children are perfect....well, there won't be any problems with my house! Right?
3 comments:
Oh how exciting!!!!! Good luck with everything. :)
Good luck with the house!
I know this isn't just about this entry, but I am so enjoying reading your blog. You are really a fantastically talented writer! I'm so glad you're doing this so we can all benefit from it.
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