{Editor’s Note: This is a guest post by Tammy Strobel. It was originally published in Blissful Reflection: A Little Book of Letters.}
A few people have asked me why I love my little house so much. I’m sure I’ll continue adding to this list, but for now, here’s a quick response. What follows is in no particular order.
I love our neighbors. They’re warm, funny, and welcoming. I’m enjoying getting to know them better.
I love how the kittens learned to climb the loft ladder in less than 24 hours and how Elaina looks like a little sumo wrestler as she goes up toward the loft, throwing one leg over at a time, with her belly swinging below. On the other hand, Christie is a little ninja. She’s light, quick, and silent as she slinks up and down the ladder steps.
I love watching the bike commuters ride by our house every morning. Logan and I sit in the window nook and watch them zip by, all bundled up and ready to face the day.
I love how the afternoon light spills through the French doors and how the sun casts a glow onto the orange leaves, making them sparkle.