It’s been full on work around the homestead these days. Karl’s pushing hard to finish the big house; I am so in love with this man and his creativity. I walked around admiring the finished trim, tile, stairwell and the barn wood lined coat closet, and I realized that soon we will live there. Weird. We’ve been building, building, building for years, and soon we’ll be done building and we’ll have a beautiful, hand-built, paid for home. Even though we’ve paid for it with time, patience, four long winters in a tiny house, and a few less-than-desirable jobs, I still can’t believe we are going to live in our mortgage-free dream house in the next few months.
Sometimes, hard work seems like a miracle. The miracle is waking up each day and doing something to get a tiny bit closer, and then doing it again the next day. And someday, you wake up, and you are there.