A Different Perspective

Mike and I dream of evenutally owning a water front home, or at least one with a water view.  Our current reality, however, could not be further from our dream view of sand dunes, beach grass, and crashing waves.  On the dawn of the grand opening of the IHOP that sits practically in our front yard, we'd like to offer a different perspective regarding our view:

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Although our resale value is devastatingly low as a result of the commerical construction across the street, the lyrics from the Lonestar song, "From My Front Porch Looking In" capture what's really important.

My blessings are in front of me

It's not about the land

I'll never beat the view

From my front porch looking in

I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in

Not when I'm looking out

It's like the old addage, "it's not what's on the outside that matters; it's what's on the inside that counts."  While the view out our front door is far from ideal, what really matters is what happens inside the walls of our home.  That's where memories are made.  From the chipped paint on the baseboards from truck races and soccer matches in the hallway, to the paint and pen stains on the kitchen table from impromptu art projects, and the juice stains and greasy fingerprints on the couch from family movie nights, I think we have a beautiful home built on love and happiness.