It’s 8:30 pm on a Wednesday night. It’s already been a long day. Worked at my day job, came to the house for 2 hours to put a second coat of stain on the parlor floor, went back to church for worship rehearsal and then came back to the house for round 3. We are weary. Not in a negative way but just physically tired. It’s been a long road.
Steve and the stair guy Jeff are preparing to add the handrail to the attic staircase. I listen as Steve taps on the wall searching for a stud to drill into. He is the absolute hardest working person I am honored to live with. He stops here every morning to open up and makes sure that everyone is scheduled. He never complains but every night he lays on the floor after we get back home with the dog. He religiously ices his shoulder so that tomorrow he can get up and do it again. I whine, oh I whine but not him.
Why at 8:30pm would he care to install a stair railing? Well tomorrow is our final inspection. Tomorrow determines whether or not we are allowed to live here. There are certain criteria that must be met before the city will give us a certificate of occupancy. The house is far from complete but that’s ok, we want to live here in it’s unfinished glorious mess. It would probably be easier to stay living at mom and dads but the time has come for us to live here.
Currently I sit in the nursery closet writing this blog. Hiding? Maybe? The floor is dirty and scattered around are wood flooring, tools and something I just realized I needed to send back to Amazon. Earlier I went out onto the porch. I love to peek inside at night. It just looks different at night. I love to dream about how far we’ve come and the memories we will make in this big old house. I love to think of the possibilities. How will I decorate this room? I seriously want a rug in front of this “one day” beautiful fireplace.
Here is what I saw tonight.
I peered into the parlor and imagined my piano there. A big rug in front of he fireplace that will one day be beautiful. A rocking chair that one day will rock my grand babies or maybe someone else’s.
I then stepped to the other window and saw the big beautiful fireplace that was hidden. I love that it sits in the middle of the room and will be the center of so many wonderful times with family and friends. I can almost see my kitchen. I haven’t had my own kitchen for a while so I’m excited to try new dishes and have friends over for dinner and for my new son in law, who is an excellent cook to make us a family meal.
I look to the left and see the brand new stairs. They have been planned and dreamed about for so long that they almost don’t seem real. But they are cause I stained every last one of them.
So tonight I write a little of my heart while I sit on the nursery room closet floor. Steve finds me and says “why don’t you go home.”
I am home.
If you have a second or two tomorrow and you think of us, a prayer for our CO would be greatly appreciated.
charma dawn 💜