We are now officially under contract on a house. (This is where you mentally insert a big whoop and a snoopy dance from me…)

It’s three miles from the church, in a lovely neighborhood, with bedrooms for everyone, a real live dining room, garages, and even a yard. That’s right – my kids now have somewhere besides a parking lot to play! And for the first time in our married life, we will have a two car garage. With actual garage door openers. No more hauling groceries across the soccer field or parking lot. It’s the little things that make you happy, right?

That’s why visions of laundry rooms are dancing in my head. It’s a little thing that just makes my heart sing.

Does this mean that I am actually a grown up?