Every dream started somewhere...

As my husband, Aaron, was driving along the freeway, he smiled as he began to tell me the story of the first time this dream began as an idea... In short, he explained to me that he had a notebook that he carried with him around the school playground. The teacher in me grinned as I pictured a particular student who I could envision doing a similar thing. "What did you write in this notebook?" I asked. Aaron smiled as he said, "House ideas. My house ideas, other friends' house ideas, teachers' house ideas. Any dream house idea went in there." Oh, what I wouldn't give to get my hands on that notebook now! As silly as it sounds, all dreams must start as a simple idea and they begin to build momentum when attention is given to them. Flash forward 25 years, and here we are, about to make it happen. A home build. Our home build. 

As I write this, it is evident to me that a sense of "home," was always living in Aaron and somewhere down the line in me, too. But as with all worthwhile things, it takes time. It takes patience, mistakes, money, a partner, advice, help, tenacity, and most importantly, faith. So I invite you to follow along as we take this 100 year-old plot of land and make this dream a reality.