American Dream

There was no white picket fence and the 2.4 children didn’t show up either. This afternoon  I joyfully handed the keys to a happily married couple that share 3 children. All of whom were aware that today we were closing on their (new to them) home out in the country. The kids were all in school and although I was proud that they didn’t miss school, I missed seeing them. The middle son likes to talk to me about dishwashers (it melts my heart every time). He was present for almost every home we looked at. Each time heading straight to the dishwasher so he could thoroughly inspect to see if it was up to snuff.

The kind seller’s left a baby turtle as a gift for the children in the flower bed out back. The home now cleared out of the sellers belongings seemed be excited for the new arrival. A blank canvas waiting to be painted with countless colors. The little apple tree showcased an abundance of low hanging fruit. There were also 2 rogue Vinca plants that took up housing off the beaten path and they were flourishing! If you live in Arizona then you know how hard it is to keep any flower going in this heat.

The home was truly made for this family to purchase. I’m confident that they will fill it with love and live a happy prosperous life together. Sometimes the American Dream doesn’t have a white picket fence. The American Dream lies within and that’s the “good stuff”.

“Life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement regardless of social class or circumstances of birth.”-The definition of the American Dream by James Truslow Adams in 1931IMG_0358IMG_0357

 

 

 

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