My Little Home

It's been over a year. I've moved twice-he got the house-and am settled into what I think of as 'my little home'.   It is indeed little.  As a married couple we lived in a drop-dead-gorgeous 4000 sq. ft. house.  My little home is a simply, 900 sq ft, brick ranch.  It is just what I was looking for- inexpensive and something I can take care of myself.  I looked at several rundown 100 year old houses, full of personality and issues, issues I could not begin to reach- let alone deal with.

The boys had fits over having to share a bedroom.  The girl-home from college-was going to spend the whole summer with her father, as there was "not enough room"...  I explained to the girl--this is family and there is always room for family.  Sometimes I slept on the couch and sometimes she slept on the couch.  The boys still fuss with each other but more nights then not, I hear them talking and laughing together as they settle down to sleep...and I smile...they will be friends.