first night on the mountain (originally written 06/03/12)

Wow. Wow, wow, wow. I cannot believe we are finally here. Where do I even begin? For those of you who who’ve known us best these last few years, you know what a process this has been. So many emotions are wrapped up into this experience for me – some scary, some sad, but mostly I just feel overwhelming JOY. How fitting that we should live on O Be Joyful Point.

Sean asked me what my favorite part was and for once in my life I didn’t have an opinion. At the end of the day, though, it has to be the view from, oh, EVERYWHERE. That’s right – everywhere. Everywhere I look I see nature in its purest form. Being in this setting makes me want to do something great. I don’t have the faintest idea what that is yet, but I know that just being here makes me feel like a better human being. I feel so good. Yes, I’m on the high of just having walked into my brand spanking new house – the one that WE designed, down to the length of the window sills (we meaning I when it comes to those finer details) – but it’s even more than that. Our life as a family really starts now. This is the place our children will call home one day, even when we no longer live here. It will be our greatest gift to them. This house, this life, this UNBELIEVABLE landscape.

(Insert Kedzie fart here – God, it’s great to have that guy back in my life!)

For those of you who want to hear about the house, forget it. Words and pictures cannot possibly do it justice. Stop reading, get online and book a trip to come see us. Now. Just make sure to call me to check dates before you hit send – you know how I am about my calendar.

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