Happiness looks like:
These piles of dirt are in the location where we will someday start a family. Where I will make dinner for my husband, and kiss his face when he comes home from work. A place where we will pray together each night. A place where we we will laugh, a place to be grateful, and a place to be our authentic goofy selves.
A place of our own.
Home.
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