When I grow up, I'll live in a stone house on the side of a hill, with a green door and untameable rose bushes. The path that sweeps by at the bottom of my steps will lead East to the mountains and West to the sea. Many times will my feet tread that path, off and away to new adventures and back home again.
I'll live in that house with a man who is both merry and courageous, infectious laughter and fierce in battle. He will be unafraid to live life fully and love completely. Together, we will face sorrow and loss, joy and redemption.
I will bake bread, grow tomatoes and raise my curly haired children in the sunshine.
My home will be one of peace, and my life a story of amazing grace.
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