Sometimes I have doubts about us getting a house.
I mean I know we can do it.
But it still scares me.
What if we moved in a year instead?
What if Kevin were to get laid off?
He won't, but it's always a concern these days.
But until ten I will just dream of my perfect house and it will include the following...
I don't want a bridge to my house, this bridge is in newport, Oregon, where I will retire.
But looking at those pictures I don't suppose they would survive children.
The walls would have food spots and sticky finger prints.
Diapers and wipes everywhere.
Toys to trip on.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.