“Why don’t you ever post any more?” The girls asked me at retreat.

“I will!” I said. But what do I ever post about? What’s happening or what's on my mind. “I’ve even started a few times. But the only thing that’s going on and the main thing I think about is our wedding, our house, and my wonderful Packy, and no one wants to hear about that.”

“Why not?!” They were a little indignant. "Who says?"

“But it’s soooooooooooo sappy!” I sighed. Even though I'm now hopelessly in love, I am smart enough to remember that sappy people can just be annoying if it gets out of hand.
              They tell me I'm allowed to be sappy. So, here I am.

We're setting up housekeeping in a little square house that resembles a garage. (Probably because it used to be one.) It doesn't really resemble my original "dream house" idea that I've had for years except that it has lots of windows. But don't misunderstand me. I love it. It has become the home of my dreams.

I had a conversation with Jonny a couple years ago that might explain how I feel. I was making some comment about my "dream house".

"You know," he said practically, "You probably won't get your dream house."

"I know," I said. Then I thought a moment. "No, I think I could. It might not look like the house I'm describing, but I believe I will get my dream house. Any house could be adjusted to become my dream house."

He disagreed with me. "Anything? There's no way a cardboard box could be your dream house."

I told him that it could. . . depending on who was sharing the cardboard box with me. 

And so here I am, very fond of our cozy little house (which is highly superior to a cardboard box, just to clarify) and looking forward to moving in. I love it when the afternoon sun streams in the patio doors. I love it when I sit down to play piano and the sound fills the house. I love the little kitchen, the windows that swing inside for easy washing, the bedrooms, and even the wierd bathroom with the toilet out in the middle of the floor. I love to step outside and walk under the trees and imagine where we might put the garden or a flowerbed. I love the house -- but what I love most of all is when Packy and I are there together and it starts to feel like home.

   
A few very outdated pictures - looks different by now so I suppose I'll have to post again.

Quote of the Day: 
 "Want go to Grammy's house?"
               --Caleb, who wasn't at all impressed with our house after he learned that it didn't have any toys.

There are, I find, more ways to define a perfectly lovely day. . . for I've had another one. Even lovelier than the last.

I might even say that it was -- as someone once wrote -- "A rainbow colored day. . . one of those rare days when everything seems to go right."

Warm sunshine. . .

     Beautiful summertime. . .

          Sparkling lakes. . .

                Lighthouses. . .

                      Waterfalls. . .

                               Laughter. . .

                                          Love. . .

                                                 An engagement. . . 

Leaving me overflowing with happiness and praising the faithful God who has already given me so much, but continues to pile joy upon joys.

Could I possibly be more blessed?

Quote of the Day:
 "Will you marry me?"
         --Packy