Finding My Sawdust


This is the beginning of a journey for me. It is embracing some endings in my life and looking forward to what is right, what is important, and what brings joy to my family and home. Sometimes to go forward we must go backwards. Going backwards is hard. Looking at your life from the perspective of what needs fixing, what is going just right, and perhaps, deciding who you want to include in your life as you move forward. I hate looking back, and I truly feel that I live most days without regrets. Regrets are pointless…

I have been blessed in my life with a wonderful family. My husband is lucky enough to serve our country in his work. His work makes a difference, it matters, and it counts. This has always been HIS dream. We are also blessed with three fabulous boys who brighten our days, challenge our thinking, and drive us insanely crazy. This has always been OUR dream. But, sometimes, in the need to make others dreams come true, we have to give up some of our own dreams. We have to put childish things aside and deal with not always having what we want. This is what happened to MY dream. My husband’s career is getting ready to come to a close. A new dream will start for him. His new dream will not make my own dreams impossible. We can both have what we desire in life, and we can do this all while making our boys dreams come true. Six months ago, this was an exciting time. We just needed to reach out and grab the golden ring. But, then life happened.

We lost some people we loved, were disappointed by some people we trusted, and ended the summer in pieces. Every heart in our home was broken, our spirits were weak…but the dreams…they were still there. So, ultimately, we reached out…we grabbed the golden ring. We prayed, we worked, we rejoiced. We still grieved, we still ached, but we were moving forward as a family. We bought our dream home, with a beautiful view of Pikes Peak. It has a barn. It has wide open spaces. It feels like home. Mostly, it’s ours!

We have spent the last 14 years on the move. Every two to three years, we picked up everything we owned and moved it across the country or world. We did this willingly. We believed, and continue to believe, in our reasons for doing it. It took sacrifices, but we embraced them. But, I always craved the sawdust on my boots. I just wanted to settle down and have some quiet. I wanted my kids to learn to work hard, play harder, and be thankful for everything they had. But, I felt that sometimes the moving and changing friends made being thankful a tall order.

So now, we will have sawdust on our boots. We will make a home with hard work. We will seek out charm and character. We will fill our home with all the love we have been moving all these years. And we will ALL find our dreams in this. This blog is all about creating. Creating a home that you love, that speaks of who you are, and doing it with creativity so that we never live among the pages of a Pottery Barn Catalog. This is our journey. Thank you for coming along!



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