From dream of a House to Dream House

I still remember when I saw our home Fisherman's cottage for the first time. It was a little yellow house surrounded by old pines, birches that seemed to be reaching sky and bushes that nobody had gardened for ages. Sad little house stood alone by the lake. There was a old fishing boat in the back. 
Fisherman who lived there had died and the family was selling the property at a low price. It was obvious that we couldn't renovate the cottage. It had mold and the cellar was full of water. The smell was terrible! I think most of the people would have ran but not us! Yep, this is it we said, me being pregnant 3 months and and our first born son was hardly two. So here The Story of Storm & Clay begins. 

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