Oh my goodness, y’all. I am getting too old for this crazy drive-to-Atlanta-stay-up-late-with-adoptive-mamas-sell-Wild-Olive-tees-then-househunt-for-two-days-barely-sleep-and-then-drive-nine-hours-through-a-rainstorm-to-get-home kind of stuff. Asher and I got in last night around dinner and I barely managed to shovel down some spaghetti and meatballs before I fell asleep on the couch. Sitting up.
It was pretty sad.
The good news is that I *think* we found a house. A lovely, solid 6 bedroom house in a great area on a gorgeous piece of land. Hardwood floors. Lots of windows.
But no granite and no travertine. And I didn’t even wince. Woot!
Right now we are praying and waiting. And praying. Praying that the homeowner’s heart will be softened to our offer – because it’s not going to be full price. Praying that God would work out all the financial details. Praying for God to work out all the logistical details. And expectantly waiting to see what He’s going to do.
In the meantime, I wanted to share with y’all just a bit of what I love about this house. Because the house is great.
But it’s the property that I am in love with…
And wow is the only thing I can say to all the comments y’all blessed me with on my “seven years ago” post. I laughed. I cried. I read every one. I read some of them more than once. Thank so much for making my 7th bloggy birthday my best one yet.
Seriously love y’all.