All of the sudden, it hit me--we were officially landowners. And then I was just caught up in the moment. Walking hand-in-hand with my new husband, the snowy December day right before Christmas and I started to cry. Happy tears. We had just taken the first step to building our home.
Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of having my own farm. My sister and I used to play at my Granny's old farm in Georgia (that had truly seen better days). When I thought no one was watching, I would sneak off to the weathered barn and explore. Even though there weren't any livestock, I would pretend I was a cowgirl in charge of feeding the imaginary goats, pigs and cows. Once I found an old bicycle that I rode under the arching path of mossy oak trees down to the railroad tracks. My sister and I would stomp through the high grass holding cane poles over our heads and fish at the little pond. Those were the good ole' days. Days when you could stay out until the lightening bugs danced and the cicadas sang. These are the experiences I want for my own children. I don't want them to grow up running around on concrete, but rather on lush grass with room to explore.
We ducked into a local sandwich shop. The owners weren't quite open but let us in to warm up with a bowl of soup, barbeque sandwiches and all-beef hotdogs. We got homemade icecream shakes to celebrate.
With our bellies full. We drove the windy road to our new home. We pulled up to the red gate to be greeted by a winter wonderland. It was so peaceful--the gently rolling hills covered with new fallen snow. We decided to take a victory walk. Our brand new Danner boots left our footprints on the land. Every so often a big gust of wind would swirl around us, whipping snowflakes in our hair. The sound of the wind in our pine forest was awe-inspiring.
We saw the land differently than we had the last time we walked it. This time we saw possibilities, plans, our future. There are no words to describe the feeling you have when something you've worked so hard for is finally yours.
We were quite frozen but happy as we piled back into the car to make the hour trip back to Josh and Chris' parents' house. We did it. Now the real work begins!