10/22/2025
My home is 148 years old. This morning, as I sit on the front porch with a nice breeze and a cup of coffee, Ranger curled up in my lap, I can’t help but wonder how many others have done the same over the years.
What conversations were shared here? Were important decisions made on this very porch? I imagine someone saying goodbye with a kiss, or maybe a welcome-home hug after a long trip. Maybe even a proposal under a full moon.
This porch has seen a lot of life—laughter, tears, and everything in between. And now it’s part of my story too. I love sitting here, creating my own memories on this beautiful old porch with my little buddy by my side.
What memories are YOU creating and where?