Dreaming the impossible dream

I am a bundle of nerves. I can't go to bed, much less sleep right now. Shawn and I made an offer on a house today.
I have been mentally arranging furniture, trying to figure out where to put my dishes in the cupboards, imagining.
Just imagining.
This house is so big I am not sure where to have school. Do we set up class in the bright, cheery sunroom? Or do we go with the room that's technically a formal living room? Perhaps we should use the office that is attached to the carport. Or maybe even the little building down the hill in the backyard that looks like a little school house. But there's no bathroom there, and my common-sense sister reminded me that walking to school in the rain might get old.
The kitchen is HUGE, and the old cupboards, notice I didn't say cabinets, are plentiful. The pantry is amazing, with even an outlet in it.
It was built in '76, and is right out of the era, but I love it. It smells like an old house, but in a good way.
It sits on 2.25 acres of trees in a variety of species. I noticed pecan, pine, magnolia, tulip, dogwood, and I don't know how many others. By the time we get the property cleaned up to its potential glory, It'll look like a park.
We'd be on the inside of a cove with one other house, right across the street from the neighborhood lake. I would never have to wonder where my son was. If his fishing pole was missing, I would know right where to find him. I might even have to put in a dinner bell, just so I wouldn't actually have to go get him.
When Shawn asked me what I thought, I just let my smile answer.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
But I think I'll live.


Matthew 19:26
But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.