Our Kitchen in Boxes, Our Hearts Full

Our kitchen cabinets are here, not installed but sitting here in a mountain of boxes. This past year of remodeling has taught me patience and hard work, sacrifice and choices. As we approach completion of this at times overwhelming project it occurs to me that I don’t know how I will act without paint in my hair and dishes done in the bathroom sink. I am beyond grateful that we undertook this transformation to turn our home into a place we can share with any and everyone who might need a bedroom for a night, a week, or even a few months. It is extra special that Ron and I worked side by side even through exhaustion and mostly enjoyed our efforts. That our cousin Beth donated so much of her time and talents is another special gift. Others look at this and think we have taken forever to get it done. I look at it and know we have put our hearts and hard work into getting it just right and just as it is supposed to be. My philosophy about our kitchen stacked in boxes and our countertops yet to be ordered is that if we had installed them a year ago, they would be a year old. This way they are still new, perfect and unscarred. Doing dishes in the bathroom and running outside in the snow barefoot to retrieve a fork or a loaf of bread didn’t kill us. In fact, having an outdoors kitchen is all the rage among the uber wealthy. It will truly make us appreciate when our beautiful kitchen is complete and is filled with friends chatting at the peninsula with a steaming cup of coffee. By the way, my Keurig is in the house so no need to freeze my toes first thing in the morning. I know Ronnie B. and I are so much closer for working together and choosing each other as we made so many decisions on how our home will be. For that I am grateful.

In Him,
Joyful
2-8-19