An attraction graced a tall lanky aerospace engineer and a brunette IT marketer with the dark eyes of her Native American heritage. In time, she joined him in caring for his simple brick bungalow with green shutters, located on a tree-lined court in St. Louis County. After exchanging vows, they became life-partners.

Failed pregnancies only fueled their desire for children. They finally adopted the newborn Clark and, overnight, bloomed into parents. Within months, however, they became pregnant and delivered their daughter Sloane the following July.

Because of their need for more space and their desire to raise their toddlers among congenial neighbors, they engaged a contractor to build a second floor onto their bungalow. After they boxed up its contents, they moved to a nearby apartment for the duration of the renovation that began last week.

Never once did they flinch beneath the multiple sacrifices required for this change that would enhance their family life and us in multiple ways.

The story beneath their story still gives me pause. I live next door.

How often do we slumber within outworn or crowded conditions rather than embrace the rigors and uncertainties of change? Especially when our spirits insist we wake up and embrace a fuller life?