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Growing the dream I actually get to walk in my dream home. I grew up with a mother who didn’t want me and a Godly, precious grandmother. Granny taught me about life and love. I wondered how she could know these things. Her parents were divorced, an unusual thing in 1905. She was married to an abusive husband. Most of her 11 children grew up to suffer from the echoes of this childhood. I prayed that someday I would have a real home with a loving family. At 17 I met a boy who told his friends that his dreams had just came true. After three short months of being together he went away to college. During that time, he never missed spending a weekend or summer with me. He took me to all the places that I had never been. He spent time just including me in his life. Six years after meeting, God allowed us to marry on the front porch of what was to be our new home, down the road from where he grew up with his family. Three amazing children, an old dog and cat later, and I am home—dreams and all. Caroline Denney, Clemmons, Union Power Cooperative |
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