That's right, folks. Kirk and I are now the proud parents of an adorable cottage in historic Winter Park. They called this morning, said we were their first choice, and then we stopped by after church tonight to sign papers and hand over the deposit.
Then, after a lengthy chatty session in which we learned just how much our neighborhood is begging to be serialized in short-story form (the neighbors have just that much character, not to mention the kind of wildlife action that happens near-nightly around there!), we stepped next door and entered our new home.
We then proceeded to walk from room to room, around and around the house, for a good 45 minutes, drinking in the singular wonder of this wonderful gift. We can hardly believe it's true, but it is.
Thank you for your prayers and love. I send an especially big hug of thanks to all you adorable girls out there whose many well-wishes and "Oh Christianne's" offered on my previous post brought huge smiles to my face . . . herein lies your official invitation to a great gathering of love, laughs, and afternoon tea at my new house. Come on down!