I love fantasizing about our "dream house."
It's not particularly large, but it has unique elements all throughout that give it a quaint feel
and lend themselves well to imagination.
We enjoy discussing the elements we envision, and every once in a while I sit down and sketch a floorplan just for fun.
Such fantasies have existed since high school, when my best friend and I would go walk through model homes just for fun. We always got amused smiles from sales agents when we walked through the doors. And needless to say, no one ever pestered us about buying a house in those developments.
The other day, the kids were soaking up the summer sun and playing with bowls and pans of water in the backyard.
I sat in the shade, enjoying their laughter and reading a book in the "Anne of Green Gables" series.
And as I sat there, their giggles floating through the air, I thought about the title--Anne's House of Dreams"--and how fitting it has been for our homes over the years.
While lacking elements of our "dream house," our homes have been homes of dreams--
homes where we dream and laugh and build and grow and strive
and seek to improve and become all that we need to be.
They have been homes where my dreams have come true--
dreams of a happy marriage, of motherhood, of faith-building experiences, and so much more.
I don't know if Sam and I will ever really build our dream house.
But whether or not we have that long-dreamt-of west-facing balcony with a porch swing for watching sunsets,
or the library with the spindly spiral staircase leading to the reading room with two full walls of windows,
or the strings of globe lights stretching across the backyard...
I'll feel fully contented with our house of dreams.