When we were younger and we’d dream…Debrah and I would agree on what size and shape and color…our perfect house would be.
It would be a bungalow with room for our family…and more…the kitchen would be big and modern…there’d be bedrooms on the second floor.
There’d be a huge yard for our children…with a garden that would bloom in Spring…
A porch would stretch the entire length…with rocking chairs…and a swing.
Our first house was not a bungalow…but we felt it’s bones were strong…and we thought it’d be a great place to start…until our dream house came along.
It was a cozy little house with oak trees on the land…but it turns out saving up for our dream house was not as easy as we planned.
We realized quite early…as I’m sure many of you can relate…with children to feed and bills to pay…our dream house would have to wait.
Something was always breaking or there was something else we needed to buy…and so a year…and then another…and then another year went by.
Our children started growing…we were following an old familiar theme……and it seemed the dream house we first dreamed of…would forever remain a dream.
But we grew to love our house and neighborhood…it’s been our home…our haven…our retreat…our children grew up playing in this yard…riding their bikes along this street.
This house has seen us through all our dramas…every comedy…every tragedy…it’s where our children learned to laugh and love…it’s where we built our family.
Life is often unpredictable…for the more we live…the more it seems…happiness is just a matter…of rearranging dreams.
Because now we wouldn’t dream of living in any other house…
but this house…
the house we’ve grown into…
It turns out our dream house wasn’t the house we dreamed about…
It’s the house where our dreams came true.
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