One day, we showed up and the sheet rock was lying in big stacks in the living room.
Sitting all pretty in the sulight.
This is in the boy's room.
As a side note, if you come visit, this will be your bathtub.
Then they insulated. It's amazing how different the house sounded. When I talked, and it was like the sound would stop right after it came out of your mouth. Strange.
Some insulation was white. Some was yellow. I'm not sure what the reasoning is.
Unfortunately, we didn't get to write on the walls until after they hung the sheet rock. There was only a few places with exposed wood. I was a little sad about this. I had such good intentions, but life got the better of me. During the day, there were workers there, and our evenings are so full. Even on this night, we got there just before sunset... after a baseball game, of course.
I was losing light so most of these were blurry.
Asher writing on our pantry door.
Sweet little hands.
Samuel could have done this for hours.
He's always been a precise and patient writer.
I love this verse. Such a good one to consider when pondering the attitude you want in your home.
Thank you for all of your wonderful suggestions. I only wish we would have had time to do more.