Home to stay....

Today is one of those days in Charleston where you think... "Can it get any better?" Granted, Charleston is nice, but I'd give up July, August, January and February in a heartbeat. (April, May, September and October TOTALLY make up for it, though.) This morning, I walked out to my mailbox and was greeted by the perfect day. Birds singing a chorus of songs, everything bursting with new spring green color, the perfect temperature - Charleston at it's spring finest. As I turned to walk back up the driveway, I looked at our yard (for those of you who know us well - you understand the love/hate we have with our grass) and looked long at the Bradford pear tree that consumes the front of the house and remembered putting it in 11 years ago. I also looked at the Red Maple that calls the right side of the driveway home... it too was just a sapling 8 years ago and now canopies the entire driveway. That's when it hit me. This is my home. This is where we've built 11 years of memories. This is where we've (literally) put blood, sweat and tears into our lawn. This is where my husband carried me over the threshold (and subsequently stepped on the cat's tail). This is where I brought home my baby.... and this is where I want to bring home the next one. This is my dream house... for it is where we've done all our dreaming together as a family. I looked awestruck at my house and at my memories and wondered, "How can we even stand to be so blessed? Why am I still allowed to be breathing?! The King of my Heart thinks enough of us, of me, to bless us with all of this... who are we to want something different?" I don't ever want to get over Him or what He has for us.

On Monday, the FOR SALE sign is coming out of the yard.... We are home to stay.