By Tammy Strobel

{Every Tuesday, I post a short essay about the little house we’re building. Enjoy!}

Logan slowly drove around the curve in the road and I listened to the gravel make crunching noises under the car tires. I could barely see the little house through the trees of a small apple orchard and when we made it around the corner I squealed and flailed my arms, upward and downward. I probably looked like a bird, but Logan said I sounded like a little girl who had just gotten a new toy for Christmas.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The house looked incredibly cute in front of Katy’s big red barn. When I stepped on to the tiny porch and walked through the front door, tears formed in my eyes. I looked at Katy and said, “I’m going... More...