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Part One: Come on In . . . (35/60)

We are way past friends after these 35 days.  I thought it was about time I invited you over to visit  . . . 

Here's the house




And . . . the front door is locked . . . but no worries . . . 


 I'm going to take you in through the garage . . . 

Oh, here's my laundry . . . 

and here's the hallway into my house . . . 

And here is my room . .. 

Bed and my favorite . . . a wall of windows.

And here's where I create . . . post trip madness (and everyday madness it's my catch all . . . just living!)

Bathroom . . .

closet . . . notice I like ONE color of shoes?  


And here's the guest bathroom--where you'd visit . . . 


And here's the guest bedroom (that couch turns into a queen size bed . . .)

And here's the study . . .

Where all the children study and watch their you-tubes . . . 


And here's my great mistake (notice the cubbies . . . they're always messy . . . why didn't I just put doors on them?  Regrets.  That's life.)

And here's the hallway to everyone's favorite room . . . 


The Library.  These books, all of them, they get read.  I love my kindle as much as anyone, but there is something about books that pulls you in . . . and these couches and chairs, they ask you to stay . . .

John's favorite find--an 1950s map . . .  if you're not careful, it will fall on your head (Sorry Travis!)
And the Piano that I used to play but now mostly guests play. . . I keep it tuned for you (and those are Trees Celia painted one day when she was 11).

And here is our living room--pretty much where everyone is all the time (we had these couches made so they could attempt to house our family and friends . . . it helps but doesn't quite do the trick when we both come from families of 10)

That black and white print . . . it's from a log from Rock Canyon . . . where John proposed to me (thank you for the idea Amy!)

But you're really here for dinner . . . (note the chair is in the sun . . . this is where you'll find me, I put the chair right here and sit in the sunlight and let it warm my chilled bones on winter days)

The table looks small, but don't worry, it pulls out and triples in size.  We can easily seat 12 here.


Though while dinner is cooking, we might sit on the porch and chat and look out on the back yard . . .

or admire the sunset (which hasn't happened yet, but is amazing from this exact place)


And for some reason, thats all the photos my computer will load tonight.  It's a sign I need to get my sweet self to bed. 

But don't worry, I have lots of faith that tomorrow the tour will continue.  I'll show you my kitchen, the basement (and the kids disastrous rooms) and take you through, step by step, how to make my Creamy Potato Soup and warm focaccia bread.

Can you smell it?  It was honestly delicious.  So stay a minute, relax, and in just a few hours, I'll show you the rest . . . 






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