That Tiny Life Love
Journey through our story from dream to reality!
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Choosing Forever on the Deck of Our Shipping Container Home
The brain is a difficult thing to understand. Your life and health may seem fine one day, and completely skewed the next. The procedure on Dave’s brain did that to him, to us and for a brief season, it seemed that everything that we had worked together for was going to be gone. Choosing joy was my only option. The reality of my life without Dave was to much to handle, and so I CHOSE JOY, again and again.
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That Time ‘Living Big In a Tiny House’ Came to Visit Our Shipping Containers
God gifted us with angels. Angels that were wanted to share our story. Dave and I told Bryce & Rasa, that while we were so honored that they wanted to film our home, it was our story of love and perseverance, even when all seems impossible that we wanted to share. Our prayer was that if by sharing, we could touch just one person’s life, then it was all worth it.
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Creating Outdoor Living Space for Our Shipping Container Home
A roof, a deck, stairs, access ~ so many things to get done. But thanks to a hard working man, who never gives up, our shipping container home and outdoor living space is our own piece of heaven!
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The Rush to Winter Proof Our Shipping Container Home
We were so blessed to have family and church family step up and help us. It was almost a full time job for me when we were at our property to keep Dave safe. If the family wouldn’t have helped us, we would have ended up with 2 rusted out shipping containers going into spring and not the home that we were able to get dried in before winter came. With our home dried in, our hope was that Dave would be able to continue to work on it as part of his therapy and as he got better and…
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Would an ICH Stop Us From Building our Shipping Container Home?
The ICU is a busy place in the middle of the night. The nurses in and out of the room every 10 minutes, sometimes more often if Dave’s alarm started to go off. There was a constant sound of paging, alarms, and more than once that long night, the sound of someone coding. I tried to make myself shut my eyes and rest while Dave was resting, but the minute Dave’s alarm, or an alarm in the hall or a code sounded, my eyes flew open to make sure that Dave’s chest was still moving up and down.
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The Brain Bleed That Re-Routed Our Shipping Container Home Adventure
I am not going to lie; seeing the size of the blood pool in Dave’s brain was terrifying. Hearing the doctor say that he shouldn’t even be alive, much less awake and coherent, was nothing he could explain. He was hopefully optimistic that Dave would continue to stabilize and that the bleed would not progress beyond it’s current borders. It was currently almost 2” x 2” and laying deep in the left side of his brain.
