A decade ago, I knew I was going to marry Dave Ballew. This summer marked the ten year anniversary of when we first met. Our first date. Our first kiss. As a 20-year-old in college, I would often think about what life would be like when I was 30. I was studying to be a special education teacher. But I knew I would eventually stay home to teach our children. I figured we would have 2 or 3 by now. I didn’t know if I would birth them, or if we would adopt. Or both. I just knew that I was going to be a mom. I have known since before kindergarten. Our third child will be here in 5 weeks. Graham is starting homeschool this autumn. And today, something small happened that has always been a daydream. Just waiting to become reality.
My precious girl played with a dollhouse. For the very first time. Although the situation is not what I had ever envisioned, the feelings were exactly what I had hoped for. All those times of dreaming and praying. As a young girl, and a young teen, and a young 20-something, I often thought about the day my daughter and I would play with a dollhouse. And here I am, a 30-year-old mama playing with little furniture. And my daughter’s petite hands were lovingly placing those beds into the house. And opening doors. And eventually sticking everything in her teething mouth. Because she is 20 months old and chews on tiny chairs. It was a moment I will never forget. Such a small blip in the history of both our lives, but a dream lived out. A dream 25 years in the making.
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