I signed my first mortgage yesterday.  And, at 31 years old, I feel all grown-up.  Funny, I never really thought I would.  But I do.  Hmmm, I wonder how long this feeling will last?

Anyway, I’m not the kind of person who says “I feel blessed.”  I’m not particularly religious, so I don’t feel right saying it.  But, yesterday, during the closing, I did and I still do today. 

I didn’t know what to expect at the closing.  I just knew that I’d have to sign my name a million times on a million different documents.  And, I did. 

And, of course, we met the sellers – They were the most gracious people.  The house was an estate that was shared by six people.  The woman who had lived in the house for 20-some-off years passed away three years ago and the house went to to her children. 

And, you could just see it in the seller’s eyes that her mom loved that house.  (Sometime it’s amazing what you can see in people’s eyes, isn’t it?)  They said that when their father died, their mom decided to move to the lake because that’s something she always wanted to do.  And, she spent a year looking for the perfect house.  She found it and spent the rest of her life there.  

I promised them that we would love the house, too.  I already do.  I can’t wait to show you all a picture.  Tomorrow. 

It’s strange how right everything feels.  That’s why I feel so blessed.  Life is good.