I fell in love this weekend. In love with a house. And I spend my time daydreaming of me and this house together one day. I have mentally moved everything in. I mentally cook, clean, garden, and give Drew baths in this house. I picture more little Pattersons running around this house in the future.
Is it the biggest house we saw this weekend? No. Is it the newest? No. The most expensive? No. But is it the most charming, dignified, comfy-home feeling? Absolutely.
The waiting game begins to see if we get this home or if my heart is wrenched out of my chest and broken.