When you were a kid, did you look at houses in the neighborhood as you passed by, and pick out a favorite you'd like to live in?
I loved that game. I did that all the time, until my dream house landed in my living room.
I had wanted a dollhouse So.Badly. For Christmas one year (I was 6 or 7, maybe?), Santa brought me the motherload - it was this DIY Dollhouse kit (yep, I started on the do-it-yourself-kick early! :) )
For weeks my Dad and I worked to put it together.
Well that's not entirely true - Dad built the house, I was on shingle duty. Every.Last.One.
But it was fun. I loved that house, loved seeing it take shape, and I loved that time downstairs in the workshop, just me and my dad. Wood glue on our fingers, classic music from the old, beat-up radio, sometimes up past bedtime. So fun.
And now I get to stand where he stood, watching a daughter enjoy something you [helped] create with your own two hands.
Hearing her talk to the inhabitants...
..laughing as she acts out our lives on this tiny stage...
...and smiling as she furrows her brow, deciding where to carefully place every last chair.
So that's my dream house.
3 stories, 4 bedrooms, and a lotta love.