Just yesterday I was asking Vernon how long he thinks we’ll live in the house we do now. You know, I love our home… I love it to pieces, but I don’t know how long we’ll actually live there. I love the idea of buying a nice big home somewhere a little further from the city (we’re 9 miles from downtown) where we’d have an even bigger yard and the properties are cheaper.

I think maybe someday, we actually will. It may not be one of those fancy Outer Banks homes, but I hope it is a great improvement in size. Maybe when we’re ready to have another baby, which I know we will be in a few years. I go back and forth about it constantly–can I handle the heartache of possibly having another early baby? Will I be able to give a second child enough love and attention when I feel like Lo has every ounce my being is capable of making?

I think in time, I will find the answers and know for sure what would be best for our family. For now I’m just going to keep dreaming of a bigger house