This one room...

See this room? It's a breezeway, and it might not look like much now, but it has a big life in store for it.

This room, when it's cleaned and painted, will be a labor room, where my body will work to bring a new life into this world. It may be a birthing room, where a new life will emerge from nothingness into light.

It will be a breakfast nook, where little children will have their oatmeal and orange juice on cold wintery days, waiting for the bus.

It will be an art room, where small artists can paint and sculpt and marker to their heart's content, without worry of stained carpet or ruined hardwood.

This room is the only route from the kitchen to the bedrooms, so there will be lots of little feet parading through, perhaps stopping to grab an apple from the bowl on the table that will be here.

The table that will reside in this room will hold burger fixin's and birthday cakes, as the family celebrates on the deck.

The rug that will be on the floor will catch gallons of melted snow when the kids come in from sledding and snow fort building.

The possibilties for this room are endless. This is the heart of the house, smack dab in the middle.

... A small space, but my favorite space of all. I can't wait till we can call it home.