This is the home of my most recent work. Updated sporadically, but with a lot of heart.
There it is. I turn down the gravel driveway into Susie's 8 acre property. She bought the 120 year old farmhouse before Austin proposed. A project she's been tackling with her dad. Scaffolding up in the front. Upstairs completely gutted. Her potted citrus trees clustered in the sun porch, safe from the lingering frosts. This is the beginning of a very good story.
I pulled into the address Grace had given me. It was a small brown house along a dirt road. Completely surrounded by crop fields. There was no one there. I checked my phone. Moments later, Grace and Hans pulled up in their first outfit. Grace had planned our locations down to a T. These were her stomping grounds. So I grabbed my gear, and they lead the way.
They were neighbors. They grew up together. Their parents are best friends (And they've both been married for 33 years. Did I cry during the anniversary dance? maybe). As kids, Amanda and Collin hung out at each others' houses. They witnessed each other's awkward childhood phases. Teased each other. Made memories.