Wood and Nails and Walls
The house is real now.
It’s become actually real, where before it was still mostly just drawings on a blueprint and a hearty dose of faith. Even when they poured the foundation, even when that first wall went up like a false front in a western town, it wasn’t quite palpable. It was a dream. It was something rich people did, not us. It was not real.
But here we are now. A real house. Our house.
Soon to be our home.