I am very thankful for my home. It is a modest, cookie cutter split level, but I am thankful to have it.
Two summers ago, when I was newly pregnant with Ramona, Brian and I decided to buy our first home. At the same time, my mom was ready to move into a smaller place and simplify her life. It wasn't glamorous or new, but I bought my mom's house. It was a favor that we both did for each other and now I live in my childhood home, with my new little family. I give Ramona a bath in the same bathroom that I got ready for prom in. Charming, no?
It isn't a dream house, but we can afford it and isn't that really the makings of a true dream?