Love is at Hand

This afternoon, Ashley and I went to an open house.  We love to look at houses.  Call it a lark, a hobby, a pastime, an illness.  Whether or not the house fits any of our potential needs, any aspect of our imaginary budget or has any basis in reality - totally irrelevant.  This house, however, was a good match.  If we could have afforded it, we would have made an offer. 

During dinner that evening we proceeded to describe the house and all of it's awesome features to the boys.  As if on cue, the general outcry began.  "No!  We're not going to move, are we.  What about school?  What about all my friends?  We can't!  I'm not going!"  Okay, in the first place, we'd be moving six blocks away, not out of the country.  Secondly, it's across the street from school so, if anything, you'd be closer to your friends.  Lastly, if we go, you go.  End of story. 

Now, to set your minds at ease, we're not moving.  Mom and I just went to look at the house.

"Oh, good!  I don't want to move," Ethan said with a great sigh of relief.  "I know this place like the back of my hand.  I really love this hand."

- 12 February 2012