The sound of my heart crashing

Finally, finally Glenn and I both believe that it's time to move on. We are outgrowing our 2 room apartment. Imagine that. We have finally outgrown our 526 square feet. Living on top of each other is getting old. And you know who else is getting older? My two year old! It's hard sharing a room with a little girl who also needs her own space. So, we went yesterday to look at this amazing home. Located on top of a ridge overlooking a valley. It was a beautiful 3 bedroom, two and a half bathroom house. The kitchen was beautiful, there was plenty of storage, a finished basement, a fenced in yard for the dog, and even a place to create a garden. It was perfect for us. Whether we realized it or not, Glenn and I both got our hopes up. And rightly so. It seemed that this home had come into our lives for a reason. It was the perfect place to move. Way beyond all we could have asked for. The right price range, a perfect location, and a beautiful home for a our small family. Had God led us to the perfect home? Imagine the crash that was heard round the world as my heart splattered all over the floor upon hearing a rejection voicemail and reading a rejection e-mail. We knew it was a possibility that the property owner could possibly choose the other couple who had beaten us to seeing the property. Now, they had in fact, beaten us out of the opportunity to live in an unbelievable house, with an unbelievable view. How do you pick up the pieces of expectations?