Lost Maples' Red Rooster House

When the wind blows, rustling the leaves of the oaks on the mountainside, it sings a song that speaks to your soul. At least that's what it did for me when we were looking at properties in the Lost Maples Region. As soon as I stepped out of the car with the realtor, I knew. I knew this was THE place.

Our family lived and worked in San Antonio, yet there was a longing and restlessness for a change. My children were so restricted as to their boundaries of where they could play in the neighborhood. My daughter's high school was so big she was lost in the crowd. I grew up in a town of about 17,000 people. We were free to roam the streets from first thing in the morning up until the street lights came on. We rode our bikes all over town and the freedom was, well, quite literally "freeing". I wanted this for my children.

Moving to the Lost Maples Region was an answer to many prayers. Convincing my husband to walk away from a business we had built over the past 10 years and embark on this new adventure, with no prior experience, was not as difficult as I would've thought. He knew too.

We have never once regretted making the move. My children loved growing up in a small community and the opportunities it afforded them overshadowed the ones they missed out on by attending a 1A school versus a 5A school. We have been blessed in our business as well, having the opportunity to meet so many kind and interesting people. Even a bigger blessing is being able to provide a place where people can unplug and find the solace we found in this quiet, beautiful hill country area. An area where God's majesty can be seen and experienced every single day. It just doesn't get old. Yes, it's a drive to HEB, Home Depot and doctor visits. But what a beautiful drive it is.