My brother Steve and his wife Mindy are getting a new home. I am so excited for them. They agonized over which lot to buy, whether or not to move up to the mountains, what type of home. It’s been fun to watch, but not have to make any of the excruciating decisions. They pose the question, I give the "heck yes" answer. The "I know the lot cost more, but you won’t regret it. Just build the house you want now, you’ll be living in it forever. Check out that view, you’d be insane not to get it." And I was right. (and they totally made all their decisions based on what MY opinion was. Uh-huh) Check it out!

Isn’t it awesome? And that sign the builder put up. Makes my heart swell with pride. And it’s not even my home. Heck. It isn’t even a home! A sign, a pile of dirt, and a really great view. Even sleeping in that dirt would be fun, I think.

I can’t wait to visit, to watch movies in their theater, to let my dog run in their back yard, to pretend like it’s my home.

And to think. For the same price, they could have had my little fixer-upper-50-year old home here in California. I’m beginning to doubt I’ll be able to talk them into moving out here some day…