World through our Window

One of the selling points of our tiny house was the original 1945's gigantic bay window in the front room. Yes, it's drafty and spiders love to spin their webs between the storm windows, but I fell in love. After spending our first 4 years of marriage in a dark basement apartment, (which we now refer to as the "pit of despair") I needed to see the world again. I remember the first time I looked out this great window and saw a car drive by, and school kids walking, and the clouds in the sky, I felt like a part of the world again. I've taken a lot of naps in front of that window, I've seen a lot of neighbors providing service, I've dreamt of my children while gazing through it with the sun warming my face.

Now, Layla has discovered the world through the window. She love, love, loves to watch all the action and gaze at the Christmas tree. I point and tell her about the things she's seeing and try to teach her about the beauty that the Lord has created in the Earth. Her smile tells me how much she loves it. The butterflies in my heart tell me how much I love her.