As many know, our house is on the market and we found a house closer to Dave’s job that we can call home. We’ve been going to open houses since before Camille’s birth, but never found one that made us feel like we were there. See, we love our house now. We made this house from a beautiful bag of bones, shrouded in burst plumbing and cloth wiring. We built the walls back up, kept the integrity of the era of the home with all the modern things to keep it safe and functional and comfortable. And home.
My biggest stress isn’t really the house though. I mean if you know me, you know my biggest stress is trying to provide more for my children than I had. I am, at this point, failing. They will not go to private school, or on fancy vacations. J.Crew, Gap, and Abercrombie are just not in the cards (or the cash). But, I have married the right person. The man who reminds me so much of my own father and all the love he had for us. We love on the girls like there is no tomorrow. They have all they need and some wants, too.
It’s really just the home. I want to give them their forever space. And with that gift comes having their Daddy home more. It comes with a big driveway for riding bikes. A yard made for growing a garden. Space for everyone to play and learn- and craft- a place for my sewing machine (perfect for the alterations I need to get to for the Fall). The place we see bringing another baby home to (yes we want a 3rd, no I’m not pregnant), celebrating birthdays, going trick-or-treating, hanging the stockings, prom pictures on the front steps… I’ve even imagined the girls getting ready for their weddings in the house… the limo pulling up to take them to the church, surrounded by the beautiful trees on the large front hill… the grandkids and kids all coming home to celebrate the holidays with us, as I do now- bring my kids to my parents’ house in Philly. I imagine this as the New England home I started dreaming about 2 years ago.
This is me giving my kids what I had growing up. I had what my parents dreamed of, now I wish that for my girls. I wish that relief for Dave.
There is a lot in motion for us, and we are working day in and day out to make it the reality. Dreams really do come true, I hear. So we’re doing all the work we can!
…but what about the fun times? Those we got to enjoy last weekend at the Newport Kite Festival with friends. I’ve loved this family since the moment we were connected through the LPA. Their oldest daughter has achondroplasia, their second daughter is average height- and so after the birth of Millie, I felt more in sync. I love that the festival has become our little tradition, and that we have been welcomed into the fold of this family celebration as though we belonged there. I love when I feel like I belong with friends.
My favorite stress reliever, besides being in beautiful Newport, was when we tried to get pictures of the kids. One of the girls got a hold of a camera and tried to take pictures… they came out as works of art- some funny, some perfectly composed.
What is your biggest stress? Are you close to reaching a dream? Share your link below!