Here's what I still can't believe...
I can't believe that I can go to Lucky anytime I want and knock things out and build things up.
I can't believe that in the near future I will be able to raise my babies there, and cook meals, and live life, and fall asleep and wake up and do it all over again, in a house that has been doing just that for ninety some odd years.
I feel truly blessed; not in a light sense of the word, but really, truly blessed.
I am anxiously holding my breath until the house it set down on the basement. Then I think I will finally be able to relax and begin to believe that this is really happening.
Right now, it still feels like it could be ripped out from underneath me. I have nightmares about the recent sixty mile an hour wind gusts blowing it down. I have nightmares about it rolling away on it's wheels.
I just want that baby on
solid ground the concrete basement.
The house already feels like a miracle to me. My dream home was an old two story farmhouse that I could renovate and put my own touch on. That is exactly what I got.
Have you ever felt like something was so perfect that something was going to go wrong? Not to say that this journey hasn't had it's ups and downs, but I feel like things are too good to be true.
For now though, I am going to try to be in the moment and give thanks for this wonderful opportunity in my life.
If the rain holds off tonight, then we will make the final move tomorrow morning.
My fingers are crossed!