Some people might ask why I chose the name Fixer Upper Farmhouse for my blog, Instagram, Facebook page, and, well, everything. The answer is pretty simple to me.
We bought the house we live in 3 years ago. It had been neglected for a few years, but it had seen so much life and love and happiness and sadness and beauty in the many years it had been standing. Memories were made here. Children were raised here. A family grew as one here.
The ceilings were dingy with yellow. The walls were dark from paneling. The carpet was oh so very dusty. The hardwood floors were in desperate need of restoration. The bathroom was literally falling through the floor. There wasn’t a single room that didn’t need something done to it.
Which is why my husband drove up the first time and didn’t get out.
And why he also stood in the living room the second time and didn’t go any farther on the grand tour of this home.
It is also why I wanted this house. I saw the potential. I saw what had been after speaking with the couple whose kids were grown with kids of their own and some of them had passed.
I saw the love and the life and the memories. I often look at this house and think, “if only walls could talk.” I am curious to know what stories these would tell me.
And you could just feel it. The “right-ness” of this place. The land was beautiful. I knew in my heart the house would be again too.
It was a place where we could raise our youngest and our oldest two had more room for friends. It was a place to grow old together. It was somewhere where I knew the best days were yet to be. It was a house of restoration all the way around.
So we set a plan in motion. We had a budget. My husband truly and honestly did not think he would have to worry about working on this place because he never thought we would be able to get it at the price we could afford. But God had other plans….
The couple agreed. We set the paperwork in motion. We purchased it, and we began the hard work.
It has been so worth it. Is it finished? By no means. Three years later and we are still working on it and have so much to do. But little by little we are getting it done.
And I cannot help but think about how God sees us. We look in the mirror and see all our flaws and scars. God looks at us and He sees the beauty of His creation. Sure, He works on us. We all have things we need to work on. So, in a sense, we are all “fixer uppers.”
Which is exactly why I chose the name Fixer Upper Farmhouse.
My life constantly has something needing to be worked on whether it is internally or externally.
But I love my family, my home, my life. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Do I sometimes wish I had more money to get some of these things in my home done quicker? Of course!
But I also know that I will someday run out of things to do. The kids will be grown. Life will change and go on. So I am learning to cherish each moment whether the trim has been put up in the bathroom or the floors need swept for the third time today or dinner didn’t turn out quite as planned or laundry needs done.
I would rather know I lived fully, laughed much, loved unconditionally, and soaked in every single moment I could before all the kids are grown and gone than stressed about having a perfect, pristine house worthy of a magazine.