A Place to Call Home

We have moved a lot of times. A LOT. This time is very special and I can't explain in the proper way for you the feeling that this move has brought to me. The most honest thing to say is that the house itself is a gift from God and we are so thankful for what it allows our family to do. As you can see, it is very welcoming from the street, so drive on over and come on in!!


Will looks small on the front porch, which is deceiving because he is so big now.

Bunkbeds from craigslist! The boys room is very 'alive' all the time.
Here are just a couple of pictures of the inside - again, so perfect for us and ready for visits, chats and cups of tea....

From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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