you are kidding
The antiquated train station in Omaha could make a marvelous house
Are you kidding? My spouse asked. You are kidding, right?
I was not kidding, my mind saw a potential no one else saw.
We bid on it, and began work immediately, it was July.
We got closer and closer as we retiled and rebuffed oak floors.
By the time our Christmas party rolled around, we had appreciation.
Our friends were asking where they could buy a train station.
Friends who had initially made fun of our purchase.
We bid them good-night and saw two or three turn back.
To look at the gorgeous home we had built together.
Or maybe to remember how much love and laughter are inside.
We are the best I said to my husband, and of course, we are.
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