One year ago, we moved into our dream home. Freshly engaged, we packed up our one bedroom apartment in Florida and headed north, happy to be closer to our families and ready to start a new life together.
Initially, walking through this home was overwhelming. Every detail was flawless, every room revealed a better life for us. As we stepped out to the lake, we knew it was the place where we would be married.
Each evening after dinner, we would walk the trail behind our home, holding hands and planning our wedding—while frantically trying to spot the otter family that we saw on one of our first trips. We spent the weekends visiting the local antique shops, looking for inspiration.
In spring, I stood by the lake outside of our home, and
Initially, walking through this home was overwhelming. Every detail was flawless, every room revealed a better life for us. As we stepped out to the lake, we knew it was the place where we would be married.
Each evening after dinner, we would walk the trail behind our home, holding hands and planning our wedding—while frantically trying to spot the otter family that we saw on one of our first trips. We spent the weekends visiting the local antique shops, looking for inspiration.
In spring, I stood by the lake outside of our home, and