Dream A Little Dream?

Once upon a time there was a house in Rural Montgomery County. A beautiful white two-story house with lots of rooms, a massive rolling backyard, dense woods and even a pond to fish in.  A serene calmness could be found here and some might say, a little peace of heaven on earth. They would be right.

The neighbors, who live a sufficient distance away, are the very best kind of neighbors. They have no rabid children or wild dogs. The neighbors are perfectly normal people and have kept whatever drama they had in their lives well contained inside their stately brick manor with a perfectly manicured lawn. They probably cannot say the same for us but such is life!

This house belongs to Bear, me and my imagination. The three of us have been happy there. It was, after all, our dream home.

When we bought this house it was after two attempts to procure previously that fell short due to timing issues. (Timing is everything.) When the house became available again, almost eight years ago, it all fell into place, we staked our claim and settled into a new life and a new dream.

Bear loved the solitude. I loved the idea of what the house would be filled with - not solitude. My imagination began in overdrive from the moment we stepped inside our white-fence-lined property. I began to imagine scores of grandchildren arriving here and squealing in delight as they shimmied into their bathing suits to swim in the pool. I imagined them begging Grump to take them to the pond to fish. I imagined the twin girls on little step stools "helping" me make cookies at Christmas. I imagined popcorn and movie nights. I imagined a grandchildren room for sleepovers. My imagination glows with Norman Rockwell/Waltons/Leave it to Beaver characters. My imagination rocks!

None of this would unfold in the way I imagined. After all these years, I have only one grandson - not quite one year old. My "scores" of grandchildren will probably number less than the fingers on one hand. "Scores" was probably an over reach on my part to begin with. I have produced two children. Even if those two children produces two children I am still down a thumb on one hand. Math was never my strong suite.

Let me insert here a disclaimer from my previous blog. You will need this little tidbit of information for future references: My imaginings, perceptions, recollections or scenarios may or may not have anything to do with reality. Reality, in my opinion, is overrated.

A few weeks ago we put the house on the market and this week we have a contract.

It's harder to leave the dream than to leave the actual house. This has been a struggle for me on a lot of levels until I began to understand most of the events I imagined have actually happened. It has happened like life happens - not so much in my plan but in a divine plan that can only be understood in hindsight.

Stay with me as I travel down memory lane and merge into a new dream!