Hello to the messy, vulnerable place of evaluating my life.
I’ve been avoiding you in fear my story doesn’t matter.
But now I believe that isn’t true. Because if for no one else, it matters to me.
And that is enough.
I am a dreamer. A creative thinker. I think I always have 5 projects or hair brain ideas floating through my head. A few current thoughts? What is the future, if any, for Build with the Boyces? Should we turn it into a non-profit? Could I open a pinterest, industrial shabby chic store? I want a barn-a big one. So we could hold weddings and events, maybe a little shop during the week and church on Sundays. I dream about owning a little rustic cabin in the woods on the water. A fixer upper for all my friends and family to enjoy. Somewhere a few hours from our house. I would own a ford, 1940’s beat up truck with would sides and drive to the flea market and pick up some finds for my little store, and the farmers market to get some fresh veggies. I dream in decor. I dream about the future.
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As of 9.11.12, we are proud owners of a beautiful home, mortgage free, paid for and built by our community. How to you even begin to say thank you?! We are beyond words grateful. Every morning I wake up in this beautiful home I am so thankful. There’s not much to complain about these days. The little things just don’t seem to matter much. Our kids are settled and a sense of peace and calm has rested upon our home. It’s a deep exhale I have been craving for 3 years.