This is the house all tattered and torn that Shawn rebuilt. Iam the maid on a visionless throne who sat around in dreadful mourn when I saw what could happen to my beloved home. Well I wish I could describe the horror but lets just say the change was amazing. We loved this house, it was ours. I loved the neighbors, the peaches, the christmas box fire in the fireplace, the tree we planted, the friends we made it was a romantic and wonderful time. I still love that house and before we went to close on Friday the 13th we had yet another good bye. On another time we sold the house all the kids came to meet us for sushi and pizza on a blanket and shared memories told of each room in the house. Its hard to believe after 18 months on the market and collecting the earnest money of 3 buyers that we would close on a Friday the 13th. I dared not speak it till the money cleared our account. But I have to say that with all the prayers fasting tears and anguish. I knew the father was aware of things I could not know. I have had many months where I wanted that money but only recently did we truely need the money. Its funny odd how our direction can shift and the plans and thoughts of 60 days ago are rewritten for a new time. It would have been a pleasure to sale that little love shack for a hunk of money and go sail the Isles of Greece; but there is something more commanding about a need when filled. Needs have a softer humbler gratitude. You can quietly reflect on the power of a tender mercy. I really wanted to make alot of temporal wishes realized with the money of a house sold a year ago. Today the sale will literally purchase peace. Truth be known if I were honest with myself and could only chose one ...the Greek isles or Peace .I would take peace, Peace is not very frilly and fun to talk about; but it is sacred and humbling when you get just what you need after pleading for what you wanted for so long. How can there not be a higher power??
