Although it wasn’t beautiful at all, I quickly saw the potential he had seen. It was on a small hill that overlooked the lagoon with lovely water views… quite a rare thing in flat Southern California. There was a majestic avocado tree in the yard as well as a sweet and fruitful plum tree.
OK, I said and thus began our journey to The Sunny House.
A Good Man is a builder and I can honestly say that he has built this house with his very own hands.
Within a few months, the little yellow house was demolished and the bones of our new one was etched into the land.
It was a pure adventure for Kitty and Teddy… trenches to hide in, planks to walk, nails to hammer.
There are little precious momento’s of us everywhere – our fingerprints and hand-prints in the concrete and treasures hidden everywhere.
Then the skeleton went up and we could at last see that a house would live there soon.
Two years later, here we are at last… we moved into The Sunny House last weekend and feel like we are in the middle of a fun vacation.
Most of the boxes have been unpacked.
None of the pictures are up.
The chandelier went up last night.
And we have been eating CocoKrispies for breakfast, a treat reserved for camping expeditions.
I will share more photos as The Sunny House develops but, for now, we are basking in the glow of the early morning sun as it rises over the lagoon.
Blessings and magic,