Today, the builders came and measured the spot where our new home will be built. They used four wooden stakes and bore each one of them to mark the corners of the house. Afterward, LaTrelle and I stood, grass under our feet, and faced the road as if we were on the front porch, both of us imagining the view and making sure this was exactly where we wanted the house to go. We were standing much as we did on our wedding day, gazing up the aisle at the doorway past our family and friends, eager to start our new lives together. As I glanced at the dirt drive crossing the pond my husband so lovingly built, I am thinking about how fast time will fly by, and how in a few short months, we'll be viewing that drive from a mixture of wood and nails, and then from our completed home. Many times, the Good Lord willing, it'll be the same view I'll check for LaTrelle coming in from work, for headlights of curfew makers, and although years from now, for my children to return with grandchildren.
I cried in every room of the Wood Estates house when we moved. Those walls were witness to much love, lots of baby rocking, and giggly rough-housing. It's hard to believe that in a short time, we will be in our dream home... our final home to house all the memories yet to come. We are beyond excited, and covet your prayers as we build our home, not only out of earthly materials, but of Godly foundations and abounding love.
More Than a Home
It's a place to raise your family,
And a place to laugh with friends.
It's a place to put your feet up,
And rest at the work day's end.
With space to store your treasures,
And space to make your own,
It's a place to play,
It's a place to love,
It's the place that you call home.
Andrea L. Mack
The land soon after we dammed the pond. The house is going on the middle hill.
The future Kittrell Homestead
Downstairs Floor Plan
Upstairs Floor Plan
