While we are plugging along with the rest of our lives, something fascinating is happening. Every day a crew of workers head over to this place:
Ryan loves the building process, so we drop by on our way home from dinner and take in what has been going up on this plot of land. It is a constant physical reminder to me of the spiritual fact that a home doesn't just appear out of thin air. You have to BUILD a home. There are millions of tiny pieces that go into a home. Each one important. Each one with a purpose.
Since this last picture, shingles have gone on and electical wiring has been run. Next up with be installing the windows and doors that are currently sitting in the garage.
I love our new house, but there is one room in particular that I keep finding myself in over and over again. This room. This second story medium sized bedroom. This place that will someday house two twin beds on either side of that window. This space that will hold squeels and laughter, crying and screaming. This will be the room where two little boys who need a place to rest their heads will find a pillow just for them. This is my favorite room of all.