I have a dream!!!

The summer before our oldest, Sam, started kindergarten, we decided to start looking for land out in the country. On one of our many leisurly drives, we followed a for sale sign until we found what is now our home. On the beautiful, pecan tree lined 9 acres, was a little, beat up country house. We had 3 kids at the time, living in a larger house than this one, but....the land was so gorgeous...and the broken down little house spoke to me. After seeing the house for the first time, my sister Amanda said, "What did it say to you? Run?" So..... it seemed a little crazy and didn't make much sense to many. After much consideration and prayer, we jumped right in. We sold our larger house in a convenient neighborhood to move to the country to give our kids room to run and explore. I could see the potential in this little grandma house from day one. Our plan was to remodel the house, live in it 5 years and build a bigger house right in the middle of those fabulous pecan trees. Well, 5 years passed by and has turned into more like 9, but the dream is finally coming true. We have looked forward to this and planned and prayed (it's a righteous desire of our hearts, right? I believe it is.) and planned and prayed...and here we are. Last week when our dirt man cleared the spot, moved and packed my beautiful dirt, I was sooo excited. I sniffed that wonderful smelling dirt deep into my soul. I love the smell of dirt. Wayne asked if my daddy was a farmer. No. He loves the smell of dirt, too, though.

I teared up standing on my beautiful dirt slab, as I thought of my dirt smell loving daddy and how much I miss him. and how much he'd love to be here for this. But maybe one of the reasons it is happening now is exactly because he is where he is doing what he's doing. Thanks, mom and dad.