The house is far from complete. The trusses for the roof are bare, and the skeleton structures of the wall hint at what the house will look like, when it is ready.
Yet, even at this early stage, I can see the visible excitement in their eyes, and sense the rush of emotion, for what lies ahead. I can see their dreams take shape, of how this house of brick and mortar will become their home of love and family.
Young families, and young love, build beautiful homes. I recall our first home, which over time, has become our forever home. The birth of the children, the many moments of unbridled joy and laughter, sadness and tears, have made our home special. Every brick has a story to tell. Every image that hangs on the walls has a thousand memories attached.
Every house is built one brick at a time. Every home, furnished with love, is built one memory at a time.
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