I do! I most certainly do!

In early 2005 Becky and I found each other again. We had not seen each other since High School days. When we realized we are soul mates we began looking for a house to share. We started talking about our dream house. Becky took my notebook and a pen and drew the front of a house and said, "The front would look something like this..." She had drawn a craftsman type house with a porch and a gabled roof. Then she said, "The inside would look something like this with the kitchen in the back." She drew a floor plan like that. We began to look at listings in the Sunday papers. Soon we were going to the Sunday open houses. We forgot about her drawings. Our casual search became a big game hunt. Months went by and we went through all the usual ups and downs and many near-misses of house hunting. We were just about to give up on finding a house. We were driving around one Sunday after the open houses and she was saying something like, "...maybe God is trying to tell us that we should not get a house..." and we found ourselves in front of THE HOUSE. It had a little dime store "FOR SALE" sign tacked above the porch. And that began the adventure of buying our first house. During the time after the owners accepted our offer but before the close, Becky was having doubts. Just at the time of greatest weakness her little, forgotten drawing surfaced. Much to our great astonishment, the drawing was an exact match to the house we had found. That sealed the deal to our great joy. Here we are today three years later. Since then, we got married on the trolley and life has been more about blending our mutual families and getting her sons and my sons on their own ways. There have been trials and tribulations and happy events of our parents and siblings and friends and new neighbors. Now, maybe, we have felt the need to re-establish our own dreams. It is our time to define our life together in the ways we decide. Everyone else is of age and able to pursue their own dreams. We start by saying to ourselves, "If we could do anything, what would we do?" This is where our Urban Essay, Our Argenta Craftsman Home begins.