Discovering a Treasure

by Nika

My son found the old house first.  

To be rather large, it seems to have often gone unremarked.  I have met so many people there who exclaim; “I can’t believe I have gone down this street a million times and never noticed this house.”  I like to think the house was waiting for the right person, because my son noticed while walking home from class one night last fall.  He paused long enough to send me a quick photo and this text: “It must be ours!”  Maybe he was intoxicated by the moonlight and magnolias (surely nothing else).  He is such a romantic.  But, then agin, so am I.Image