A decision

Here's what's happened on the house situation since I last posted:

1. Husband and I went over to see it. It is as lovely inside as I remembered, except for the kitchen. Which is way more stunning than I remembered. It was all I could do to keep from standing there agog at the thought that the kitchen could just possibly be all mine. It is very spacious, has polished granite tile counters, stainless steel appliances including a gas stove, a huge butcher block kitchen island with 3 stools, a bumped-out sunny window sill in which you could grow an entire herb garden, many white cabinets with stainless steel knobs, and a walk-in pantry. (Oh please please PLEASE don't let anyone else have this kitchen!)
2. I called the neighbors the next day to tell them that we wanted to make them an offer on the house next weekend, and they were enthusiastic, telling us that they were in no hurry. I took this to mean that they wouldn't put it on the market or talk to an agent until we did so. I hope that's true. The husband of the couple is in the Army Reserve and is being shipped off to Iraq again sometime next week. He said he wants to spare his wife a lot of work selling the house on her own and so will hopefully welcome a chance to get the house dealt with while he's still here. Cross your fingers for us.
3. Husband went off to Atlanta to attend an elderly uncle's funeral, and so we've done nothing else in the way of researching, talking about finances, or that sort of thing.
   
4. I can't sleep for imagining our new lives in this lovely house. Not to mention the new gardens I suddenly feel just fine about planning and planting there.

I'm occasionally trying to rein myself in here, trying not to wish TOO much that this will happen for us. And then I'm also thinking, 'No, I should want as hard as I can and maybe the Universe will bestow this dream house on us, dammit! We love this house! Want! Want! Want! Love! Love!"

It's going to be hard to wait this week.