A huge stack of papers, an annoying loan "specialist" and 34 years gone by and I own my dream house.
I live here.

I am sitting outside, looking across my enormous yard to a country club. I live here.

I am decorating four bathrooms and six bedrooms. I live here.

I am cooking in two ovens, preparing food on a granite covered center island. I live here.

I am turning an entire room into a closet. I live here.

When I was 5 or 12 or 18 or 25 I couldn't have imagined this. I wouldn't have believed that I would marry the only man I ever really loved, have two beautiful daughters of different races, start and run a charity that captures and recaptures my heart every single day.

I wouldn't have believed that
I....
would live...
here...