The Catalyst (Part Two)

So. 

The catalyst.  

Remember this post I wrote about the loss of the lake house being the catalyst for change?  I didn't know what change or when, but that we just had to trust it and go with it?

Now think back, way way back.  Do you remember this post I wrote about taking a deep breath and setting a part of our souls carefully up on a shelf?

We didn't get the lake house we wanted.  Or, the lake house we tried to buy before that. But then...

We remembered. 

Our dream was still sitting there...

Quietly waiting...

And so, just for fun, we started looking around. 

And then we found her. 

And if you were me, and you walked up to her...

And you saw her name....

You would have stopped dead in your tracks and gotten goose bumps...

And maybe you would have had to bite your lip just a little, and swallow a knot in your throat...

Because you would have known pretty much instantly, just like I did,

that she was meant to be ours. 

But the timing! The timing was terrible! We hadn't found a house yet. We had to wait...  We couldn't put the cart in front of the horse.  So we just held our breath and crossed our fingers. 

A month went by.  Still no houses...

Then someone else made an offer. 

Sucker punch. 

Another month went by.  Still no houses. 

The owner of the boat called us. The other buyer's deal had fallen through...

A second chance. 

We didn't hesitate this time. We made an offer and it was accepted. 

A few days later we widened our home search area and found our house. 

And here we are, unwrapping our amazing dream again.  

And life is good.

So very, very good.