While shopping at my local Goodwill I came across this wooden plaque, unfinished and still in plastic for a whopping 99 cents. Sold! I took it home, painted it black and added gold metallic trim. I completed it with gold letters.
I got ready to replace the old address sign when nostalgia kicked in. I closed my eyes and began to remember all the things I loved about living at this address. The years I spent raising kids. The good times and the bad. I thought of the fruit trees I planted and later cut down. The changes I have made. And I remember the first time I painted a wall. I had never been able to paint before. It felt like freedom. I always hated renting.
I came from a military family. I went in the military, and even married military. In my childhood I went to more schools than I can count. Although I have been lucky enough to travel all over the world. It seems that all I wanted was a place that was mine. After moving in here, I used to tell my kids that the world officially stopped at the front door, and it did.
As I looked at my new sign I realized I wanted to use it as a decoration for my living room. In a quiet interlude I look at that sign and take a moment to count my blessings.
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