My dream

My dream home is in a small town in Iowa. A town like Villisca, Bedford or Gravity, towns where the history walks down the antique streets with its high school sweetie. A town where my history was born and raised.
My house has a huge yard and neighbors about a half-mile down the road. I have a fence, enclosing a yard full of flowers, vegetables and well-worn toys. In the corner of the yard is a huge weeping willow, and just past the house any guest can see my barn. There is a gate at the front of the house that if its opened will lead the guest right up the steps, past the two rocking chairs that sit on the wrap around porch and up to the double doors. Inside the doors the guest can take a left, a right or straight up the oak staircase.
If the guest took a left he/she would enter my room, my kitchen. I have a country style sink, so there is a cut out in the front for my arms to rest in, while washing dishes or cutting vegetables. I have two ovens, one on top of the other, positioned next to my double door fridge/freezer. I have an island stove with top burners and a hanging light above it. The walls are lined with countertop and cupboards. Exiting the kitchen the guest will enter my dining room. A table is set (as always) for six with a wooden highchair at the end, that night the table is set with one extra plate for the guest. There are flowers in the center that were freshly picked by my beautiful children. Right past the dining room is the living room. There is a corner cabinet that houses the entertainment (TV and radio). The couch sits catty-cornered from the shelf and directly across from the fireplace. There is a worn rug in front of the fireplace and a coffee table in between the rug and couch. There are bookshelves on the open walls. The lower shelves are filled with children’s books and the higher ones of personal favorites.
If the guest took a right at the staircase he/she would enter the master bedroom. There is another fireplace directly across from the foot of the king-sized bed, and a trunk in between the foot and the fireplace. The trunk is where my husband and I keep special things and photo albums. Both sides of the bed have bedside tables with lamps and on mine sits a half-read book. There are pictures and more books lining the walls. On the left and right side of the bed are doors. The left door takes the guest into the nursery. There is a wooden crib, a changing table, a mommy-sized rocking chair and a smaller one for baby. Peering over the side of the crib the guest would see my youngest, Tariq Wayne sleeping peacefully, perfectly.
The door on the right side goes into the bathroom. There are twin sinks and a huge panel mirror. In the corner is the stand up shower, its just a square shower with clear sides. Then there is a huge Jacuzzi bath, its set up off the ground. It’s definitely big enough for two (;.
If the guest went up the stairs, he/she would be faced with three doors. The middle door leads into the bathroom. Strait across from the door is the bathtub/shower. To the right is another double sink a toilet and a door. To the left there is two doors. One of the doors on the left is a closet. The other door leads into the boys’ room. The door on the right leads into the girls’ room.
A curtain that can be pulled off to the sides and tied divides the girls’ room. On the far right side is my second oldest Evelinn Ruth’s. There is a curved bay window, with a bench seat. The other side is my third child Kailyn Raine’s. In the back of the room is a door leading out to a porch. There are chairs and blankets and a gorgeous view of prime Iowa farmland.
On the other side of the bathroom is the boys’ room. The room is divided also. Like in the girls’ room the far-left side is my oldest and eve’s twin, Addison John (or AJ). There is another curved window with another bench seat. The right side is fourth child Aaron Erdhart. In the back of this room, there is another door, leading out to the same porch as the girls’ door. The two bedrooms are mirrored structure wise.
The most vital and important part of my dream home is the atmosphere. An atmosphere of love and warmth is what I want. I don’t care if it’s a two-bedroom apartment for the seven of us as long as we’re there with them. As long as I am home with my kids and being able to be there for my husband. That in itself makes my dream home.