Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness.
Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace. ~Vernon Baker
We lived in Downeast Maine during the last year of the 70’s and the beginning of the 80’s. We had been married five years.
There was another young mother who had a daughter the same age as our oldest. Several times a week we would put the girls in their strollers and we would walk through the little village of Winter Harbor and climb the hill to walk around Grindstone Neck. An area that is filled with mansions with large beautiful windows and curving driveways and plush lawns.
We would push our strollers and gaze at these homes. We would mention what we had heard in passing. Who lived there, who rented there. There was one home that had a breakfast nook that overlooked the road. There were lacy curtains and you could see the breakfast table sitting in the window. We would both say that one day, we would have a home with a bump out like that. We would sit in our beautiful bathrobe and eat a soft-boiled egg in an egg cup. We thought this would be heaven since neither of us had the time to eat a warm piece of toast with our toddlers.
After my morning walks, I would often meet with a couple of other women from the housing area. One being Little Man’s Nana. We would sit over tea cups and talk about the day when we would each have our own home. A home that was not painted Navy gray. We would sit and dream of sidewalks for our kids to roller skate on or ride their bikes on. We would dream of being able to paint each room whatever color we felt like. We talked about having our own yards and plants.
Through the years I have dreamed of a perfect home. When I was younger, I always wanted a wishing well in the front yard. I had seen one in one of the housing units on base. I thought it was wonderful. I always wanted that bumped out window. I liked Palladium windows also. Gazebos were also something I thought would be great. They look like a fun place to visit. Flowers, trees, yards, benches, and more trees. Ah… that would be ideal.
Hubby and I have long thought about the time when we would buy our house to grow old in. We have talked so much about what we would love to have. We usually laughed and sighed and admitted that it was up to the Lord as to what He wanted us to have and where He would like us to be.
This past January we traveled up to the upstate region of South Carolina. We began to look at places we had seen online. We met with a realtor and he showed us several places. None of them worked. None of them sparked in us what we knew would be “the” place.
In February, our realtor called and said he had just been asked to list a property. He said he thought he had found ‘our’ place, and would we come up to look at it. So, we packed the dog and the car and headed up once more.
We programmed the address into our gps and drove to the place just to get a sneak peek. We drove past nice homes, and old broken down barns. We passed silos covered with ivy and more homes. We turned onto the street and turned up the driveway. We parked the car and looked at each other. We smiled.
The next day the realtor took us inside this place. We spent two and half hours poking around this place and property. We smiled more. We began to think we had found our place.
We returned home, put in an offer and after a brief negotiation, we started the paperwork. This past Friday we signed the papers and were handed the key to our new home.
As I sat at the lawyer’s table looking at the key, I commented that this little piece of metal represented so much to us. We spent the weekend there. We had two camping chairs, the dog’s bed, and an air mattress. We had the best time! We worked hard and are tired, but, it is home. It is filled with a peace that confounds us.
And yes, having taken an inventory of my memories that I have just shared, this house has them all. A wishing well is standing at the corner of the driveway, complete with a handle that moves. It houses a hose for watering that part of the yard. A gazebo graces the front yard, it needs a coat of paint, but, it is going to be a wonderful stage for Little Man and Little Miss to perform on, and it will be a place to sit and sip and talk. The big palladium window graces the front of the house and it is a modified Cape Cod style that I have always loved. There is a bump out breakfast area in our kitchen. I can sit there and watch the birds and the bees pollinate the flowers surrounding the home. A screen porch overlooks the pool and beyond that is a yard that is surrounded by a couple of acres of trees and a stream.
We are blessed beyond measure. I am humbled that through my life the little things that I silently mentioned to the Lord He gave to me. Things that I thought were so far out of the realm of the possible for me have been given to me. I walked through the house yesterday before we left. I thanked the Lord for the gift of the house and I prayed for each room. My prayer now is that this home will be a place of rest, not only for us, but for anyone who needs to regroup and be restored.
We will be in our rental for another couple of weeks while we paint and do some other things in our new home, and finish getting some things done here in the rental, but, I know hubby and I left our heart in our new home already.
Thanks for stopping by today… DAF