That just happens to be my new imaginary beach house.
They had us and some other dear friends over last night for dinner.
I wanted to stay forever.
Don't get me wrong. I love my real house. But I spend quite a bit of effort dreaming about my imaginary house. Isn't that what the Pottery Barn Catalog is for?
It was simple, yet gorgeous. Straight out of Coastal Living. Three bedrooms, two baths, windows everywhere and a great big kitchen. (Oh the meals I would cook looking at that view.)
Did I mention it was on the sand?
Or it has a HUGE studio above the garage? (The things I could create in there.)
Or the real live bed on the master bedroom's balcony? Complete with scrumptious linens? (Each morning I would wake up, snuggle under the down comforter and watch the waves with coffee and my Bible study.)
So as we sat on the sand, around the campfire, while all 11 of the kids were playing, we started talking about what life would look like in that house.
Would we appreciate it? Or would we be too busy to realize how amazing our lives were?
I would like to think that I would breathe in the wonder of it every single day.
For now it is just a happy part of my pretend world.
Where is your imaginary house?
Mine is at 3125 Beach Road. I visit it every night about 3am. While I am sleeping.