We moved to Kemptville just prior to the Canada Day in 2002; I remember because my dad, sister Dawn and her kids were coming to spend the long weekend with us and the kids and I wanted to host them at the new place. Though I'm sure they thought we were crazy, they were gracious. I think dad said that there was a lot of work to do and Dawn was quiet as I toured them through room after room after room.....she was likely thinking "better Deb than me"! I on the other hand was flying high; I was excited and envisioning what would be rather than what was. It definitely marked the beginning of a faith journey for me; one that is far from over.
This past friday, April 27, marked the 3rd anniversary of the fire that started in the grass behind our palace on a warm, windy day. By the time the boys alerted me to it, there was nothing to do but call 911 and grab baby Tess from her crib. We've learned some things in the 10 years since we bought our palace.....things about ourselves and things about one another. I can't say that in the intervening time that has passed that I've never had a doubt or wished I were in a more comfortable place, but what I can say is that despite the difficulties and I would dare to say that because of the difficulties, we continue to choose to see beyond the ugliness to the potential that lies within our diamond in the rough.
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