a little farmhouse full of dreams

I'm certain one of the greatest events in a friendship occurs when you are able to witness the unfolding of one anothers dreams
This past weekend I finally saw the brick & morter real life dream come true of my friend Susan.

a simply gorgeous yellow farmhouse

Susan was martha to me long before I had ever heard of Martha Stewart.
Susan can do anything.
Days after Gregg passed away, she showed up at my home to wrap hundreds of twinkly lights on my humble Christmas tree.
She has made clothes for my girls
brought over wreaths made of gingerbread
dozens of elaborately decorated sugar cookies ( from valentines day pooh themed to Christmas angels glittered with edible gold dust & drages)
she created my wedding dress & my wedding flowers
brought over pumpkins filled with pansies
& handpainted scuplted pinecone wreaths
invited my family for 17 years of Easter celebrations
ever the gracious host, always having time to chat with her guests and make each feel equally important

Despite that we are one generation different in age, we are both mothers of four daughters and each love our golden retrievers. We connect.

For years she spoke about "the property"
The place she would construct her dream home, host weddings and events , grow lavender, & witness both the sunrise and sunset from her bedroom windows.
Susan, thank you for sharing Sweet Grace Farms with my family.

" Breathe beauty , art, & love into this place
let forgiveness and grace have their way
hang garlands of mercy from the porch
your light will shine bright to strangers"