Well, I think it’s that time: Time for a bigger house. Why, you may ask me? Have any of you ever suddenly realized that your entire family is hanging out in the living room with you, all of the time, because there is nowhere else for them to go? It’s not that I don’t adore my boys, because I do, I simply think that perhaps an office might be in order. I am busily typing away when they start wrestling, yelling and dropping papers on my desk because they are in their way. Actually, I say “my desk” but what I really mean in the coffee table. I can’t really blame them. It’s a thousand degrees outside and they don’t have a playroom. They have simply outgrown our humble abode.
So now, the search is on. My husband is remodeling and repairing to make sure the house sells right out of the gate. It has been an unpleasant experience for him, I’m sure. Fortunately the boys are old enough now to mow the lawn and help out from time to time. We have a huge property, which they normally enjoy when it’s not so hot outside, but it wouldn’t hurt us to have a smaller outside to take care of.
We’ve been here for a long time now. What was originally supposed to be a two-year stop, ended up lasting almost eight years. And although we have grown quite fond of this tiny little town, it has become apparent that God has other plans.
“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” – Robert Frost
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