I can almost audibly hear the doors closing behind us as my husband transitions out of the military this month.  There are just so many “lasts.”

At the same time I’m excited about the doors we’re standing in front of.  I’m excited about what lies on the other side of them, and most importantly, I’m trusting that it’s good.

I came across this round door in Belgium a few summers ago and have thought about it many times since.  I’ve concocted many stories in my head about the lives on the other side of this delightful portal.

Would it not be completely amazing to come home to this every day?

I suspect it might impact my life, in a good way, to live on the other side of this door.

I hope to put a new door on the house we’re moving back into in Virginia.  The old door is plain and I want something that makes a statement about this new chapter in our lives.  I doubt it will be round but it will most certainly be beautiful.