So the house? The new house?
We’re getting close. Which is exciting because I swear there were times that I never thought we would even get close to being done. But Monday? The hardwood floor guys are coming. And they are refinishing all the floors in the house. And when I say all the floors, I mean, the only floors in the WHOLE house that aren’t hardwood? Are the ones in the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom…
So… two bedrooms downstairs and the hallway and living room and the two bedrooms upstairs… and by next Thursday, they will be done.
And we have to build the bedroom in the basement for Thing 1. We joke and tell him that he’ll have his own little prison cell but he’s totally okay with that. I think he’s just looking forward to having a larger space for HIMSELF… and really?
Who can blame him? I certainly can’t.
So that’s it. (ok… so I might have some touch up painting to do around the house and a second coat of paint to put on the trim in the dining room….)
But that’s it.
And this house? The house that we’ve been working on FOR.EV.ER?
Will be done.
And the boy and I will have made it through a home remodel without killing one another. Which really is the larger accomplishment if you want to be perfectly honest. There were times that I just didn’t think we would make it. I know he was ready to tell me to take a long walk off a short pier… (he’ll never admit it, but I’m not dumb….) and I’m just that dumb honest that I will admit it…some days? I wanted to throw my hands up in the air and tell him that it just wasn’t worth it.
Of course that would’ve been spoken in complete emotional distress and it would’ve been wrong, because this house?
Totally worth it.
Because there will be a time that we are all there. There will be a time that we’re making memories. There will be a time that we will be conjoined as one unit. There will be a time that I sit in a house of chaos trying to figure out how to get a bit of solitude and there will be a time that I will sit in the house that is eerily quiet, wondering when one of them will come back to visit.
And there will be a time that I watch my grandchildren and great-grandchildren play in the big back yard…. A time that I can sugar them up and send them home with their parents, or beg that they are allowed to stay with us just one more night.
Yes, it is all worth it. Every frustration, every hiccup, every portion that doesn’t quite go right….
Even when it doesn’t seem like it when you’re in the moment.. especially when you take so much time to be careful and you paint and get brick red paint on a pale yellow wall… when it’s not perfect. Or when you make it through painting the entire house with out spilling paint and then on the last wall, trip, hit the ladder and dump an entire paint tray of burgundy paint all over the floor.
Because if I stop and think about it long enough, I think about Jesus and His life and all that He went through. Yet, He never gave up. Never. Even when hanging on the cross and as He took His last breath, I was worth it. You were worth it. We were all worth it to Him.
And if this man can die for you and me, not give up, and maintain the ability to see the worth in what He was doing?
Then I tend to think that I can, too. Or should at least try.
Even if the house isn’t perfect, it’s worth it.
Until next time…