oh, be careful little heart...

But didn't you see it? Did you not go in the same wooden screen door that I did and have your breath momentarily caught up in your chest because it was so beautiful? Because it felt so right and at home? Did you not notice every little nook and cranny that I did? The "fort" in the attic off of one of "the boy's" rooms upstairs? The half-door (like in the church nursery) in the other room upstairs? All the built in drawers? The jetted tub (which I've been secretly coveting for years)? The dark wood floors? The wonderful dark wood stairs that curl around ever so gently at the top to deliver the boys safely to their cozy rooms? The huge bright window in the kitchen facing over the backyard; did you know I can watch the boys playing happily in the back and simultaneously make supper--or even bake? And, hee-hee, did you know that with five bedrooms, I can finally have a place to do my stamping (while also looking out over the back yard) *and* also have a place for guests to lay their heads? Did you notice how everything is finished up so perfectly: no loose ends or sharp pieces for the boys to hurt themselves on? And what about the neighbourhood? On a dead-end cul-de-sac that they can go out and play street-hockey on, and a gorgeous tree-covered park a half a block away? No, this little house was ordered up custom just for me. I know I should be going into self-preservation mode here, as they haven't even accepted our offer yet, but I just can't help myself. Thanks for the warning, but I'm afraid I've already taken the plunge. I am head over heels in love with this little home.