01/14/2026
Last week, a family I was working with closed on their new home. The past year had been incredibly difficult for them, marked by pain and loss after the passing of the wife’s husband and the children’s father.
We only saw one home, and it ended up being the one she purchased. While we were there, she asked me, “Is it crazy to go for it and not see any other properties?” We wrote the offer, and within two days, we were under contract.
Throughout the process, at different touchpoints in the transaction, she crossed paths with professionals who knew and loved her husband. Everyone came together with care to ensure a seamless closing. When it came time for the final walk-through, we returned to the house to complete that last step.
The stagers hadn’t yet cleared all of the décor, and from across the room the daughter noticed a birdhouse clock with a Thomas Kinkade painting on it. With teary eyes she walked right up to it, and said, “This is my dad’s favorite Thomas Kinkade painting. This exact one. He loved it.”
We all stood there with full-body goosebumps, quietly knowing this was a nod from him that he was with them, gently nudging the process along and offering his blessing.
Ten minutes later, as we left the house, there was a rainbow (*that photographed horribly*) stretching across the road ✨🌈
These moments are tender and beautiful, and a reminder that real estate is not just the sale or purchase of a home. It is being part of someone’s life during a moment of transition.
