Twelve years. Twelve years ago a couple of silly, young, naive kids said “I do”. We had no idea what that really meant, but I remember being excited to find out. You will often hear my husband and I say how “lucky” we are. Lucky because it seems that there are many young kids that get married a week out of college, that aren’t still in love and married 12 years later. Though we were lost young people at the time, the Lord is sovereign over such things, and knew just what He was doing when he matched these two souls together.
And what better way to mark our anniversary than with the “final phase” of this remodel. I say that tongue and cheek of course, but remodeling this fixer upper home of ours has been a big part of the past four years of our marriage. So much of it we have done ourselves, a little at a time. We knew the garage addition would be the last “phase”. And so it has begun.
Within the month, our roof should be coming off. We have some fun stuff in the drawings that will be exciting to document (the best of which is a screened in porch with a fireplace). I hope you will follow along as we hack our way through the process. There is bound to be a good story or two along the way. No one lives in a home with three small children and dog and has their roof ripped off without a good story.
Thank you Kev for 12 great years of marriage. No one knows me, loves me, or makes me laugh the way you do. I adore you! And thank you for the Port-A-John you had delivered on our anniversary, and for placing it so strategically right outside our side entrance to our home. Who needs sweet whispering on your anniversary, when you can wake up to the sound of a jack hammer. I so love you…
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