Initially I wanted to write this post to tell you all about a funny old woman who is stalking our house and named it Tululia.
She called us earlier this evening, having seen the ad for our house in the paper. Casey answered the phone, and began talking with her.
Her name is Evelyn. She is 66, and living in an assisted living facility somewhere nearby. She went on to say that she loves our house, wants to buy it and turn it into a refuge for abused animals and have them work with abused children. She is desperately trying to figure out a way to come see our house, to hitch a ride with a friend from Church. She wants to name our house “Tululia” and told us to lock it up tight tonight and keep it safe.
She is a woman with dreams, and a dynamic personality.
But she is a woman in a wheelchair, on disability, and she will not be able to buy our house.
But Casey? He talked to this woman twice tonight, for over a half hour. He laughed with her, and listened to her, and let her hold on to her dream.
When he hung up the phone, he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said that he really hopes she has grandchildren that come to visit her wherever she is living, because she seems so lonely, and how terrible it is to just want to live your dream out when you just can’t physically do it.
And that is when this turned from a you-can’t-make-this-stuff-up funny story, to a story about a moment when I fell in love with my husband all over again.
Thank you, Evelyn.