Our House

I remember looking at a few pictures of my parents from when they were building the house we grew up in over 30 year ago. At the time it wasn’t really a big deal. It was impossible to understand what was going through their heads. Now that we are walking in their shoes, the sheer excitement of all the future possibilities is unbelievable. 

Seeing Asher run on the plywood floors and through the walls where only the studs stand to imagining him walking out the door with his backpack on his back for his first day of kindergarten or him swinging on the swing set in the backyard with a couple of his buddies from the neighborhood is an awesome feeling. I can almost taste the turkey from our very first Thanksgiving in our new house with family surrounding us. We went to Virginia excited about the possibilities and ready to “make it on our own,” but we knew we wouldn’t settle there. Without a doubt, Lynchburg became our home but we always knew we’d end up in Indiana. Now, we’re moving in to a house we hope we might retire in. I’m truly blessed and overwhelmed with what the future has for us.