Sometimes our house smells like crap. Literally. (Not figuratively-literally. Literally-literally.) And I love it. (Not the smell, the house.) It’s been two months since we moved in, and I still have an overwhelming feeling of gratitude every time I turn onto my cracked, narrow driveway.  God gave us this house. I mean, we bought it and everything, but there are some things in life that are clearly gifts from God. This house, with all of its quirks, is one of those things. And it definitely has some quirks. Like the crap. Our basement seriously smells like a poop bomb on…