A Home for Dad. For us.

When we moved into our home a year ago, we had so much going on and so many things on our proverbial plates, we agreed to not rush into making design choices and buying too much, too soon for the new place. We wanted to live in it for a bit, get a feel for what we wanted, what the house needed, and make intentional decisions about how we wanted out home to feel and look. When dad died just six weeks after moving in, we didn’t just push pause on creating our aesthetic, we did a full stop. It was a necessary halt. We needed to process, to grieve, to heal, to give ourselves permission to embrace our new normal and our new home.

Now, more than a year later, we feel ready - not so much to move on, but to move through our pain and loss to create the home we never knew we wanted or needed. It’s been a strange process. We built a home for a man who is longer able to live in and enjoy it. Yet, we find ourselves open to discovering a new purpose for our home, and perhaps even ourselves.

The thing about dad was, everyone had a seat at his table. He never turned anyone away and his home was always a place where you could land when your world was falling a part. He my not have known Jesus this side of Heaven, but his life taught me more about how to love like Jesus than so many Christians I’ve known. Dad may not live in our home anymore, but we seek to honor his memory by creating a space where everyone feels welcome and the presence of Christ is undeniable.

We invite you to come along as we journey to let go of the home we envisioned sharing with Dad, and create the home that captures the vision of all he meant to us.