I can remember going to my friend’s house as a little girl and absolutely loving the smell of their house.
They had a wood stove, and I could smell the stove from the time we pulled into the driveway of their house.
I would try to wear the same clothes the following day so that I could smell the wood stove just a little bit long. It was my childhood dream to buy a home with a wood stove. When I moved out of my parents house, I rented a small apartment, and of course, it didn’t have a wood burning stove, but my childhood dream still remained, and I knew that someday I would have the wood stove that I desired so much. I met Vince when I was thirty-three, and we were married about a year later. Vince knew I loved wood stoves, so he made sure that we kept that in mind while look for a house. We ended up moving into an old farmhouse, but it didn’t have a wood stove. My sweet husband didn’t stop there, he was determined to get me the wood stove that I always dreamed of. It was hard work to find and install a it, but after many, many years of waiting, I finally had my wood stove. I can’t express in words the joy that it brings to my heart. I love everything about my wood stove. Even having to chop wood and fill the stove everyday is not a chore to me but a delight. I am blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful husband who made my dreams come true and got me my wood stove.
