The doves are back, happily nesting on our front porch. Neither Chris nor I had the heart to keep chasing them away. I haven't actually looked, but I think Mama Dove has a few eggs she's sitting on. I haven't seen her leave the nest in over a week.
The house has been on the market for almost three months now. We have steadily dropped the price to what we originally felt we could sell it for, and now, with the price and the end of the tax credit looming, we've had a flurry of showings. It has been an emotional roller-coaster ride, and we are ready for it to be over. We've both come to the conclusion that we don't really care if we get every single penny possible out of the house and really hope that whoever buys the place will love it and feel incredibly blessed by it.
Last night, we got home around 7:15 and were about to settle back in and get the kids ready for bed, when some potential buyers showed up late. Chris acted the salesman, taking them through the house. They asked why we were moving, and he was able to assure them that we loved our house and neighbors, but were just looking for a different way of life in the country. They asked if the plumbing and electrical was updated, and he was able to show them. When he pointed out the box we installed on the front porch could handle a ceiling fan, they noticed Mama Dove. Who knows if they actually liked the place, but it felt good to know that at least some lookers knew the details.
After two evenings of showings and an open house coming up Sunday, I hope we get a break tonight.
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