Years from now, I hope our sons look back fondly at growing up in such a beautiful home. I hope that they have nothing but happy memories about farm life, and being surrounded by cows.
When Christian and I first started searching for homes a little farther out in the country than the one we had in Loretto, we came across some real messes. I won't go into details, but let's just say some where stinky and some were caving in. One house in particular was so bad that my dad (always the vigilant protector to his daughter) encouraged us to bring his friend and fellow carpenter Danny Niedergeses out to look at the place with us. His advice brought about a change in plans. As we stood looking at the work we would need to do to the house my dad said, "What would you tell her if she were your daughter?"
"I'd tell her to build. If you build you get the house you want, not the house someone else wanted."
So we decided to build. It only seemed natural that we would build on Christian's famiy's farm. It was a bit on the "way out in the sticks" side than we had originally thought we would like to be-but once we were here it just fit. The kids have acres and acres to roam. I didn't hit me that boys, like cattle, need a lot of space. Both of our sons attitudes changed, my attitude changed, Christian's attitude changed. It is just peaceful here.
The gift of the piece of land to place the house on was wonderful. Our family will forever more be associated with "those Sanders who live way out in the country."
My dad is also giving us a special gift. He is a very talented woodworker and volunteered to make our cabinets, island, and mantel. I know they will look better than anything we could have hired someone to do. It also is something the boys can appreciate more as they get older-that their Opa built a part of their house. Here is picture of the progress so far. I'll have more to come Thursday.
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Cabinets in progress in Daddy's shop. |