a baby, a journal, a little life . . .

 I have written only two or three times in the last year; a year that has been filled with change and trial.

But we have also been abundantly blessed, in many ways. I have not felt the desire to blog. In fact I wondered if I ever would again. But so much is happening and I fear it will all be forgotten unless I record it. How do I recap a years worth of life? There is so much I want to remember.  

Violet is almost 12 weeks old. 

As I stood at the lot, watching them work, I realized that my house will be built by the blue-collared. much life my life was shaped by them. I was raised by one and married another. These people as artists and craftsman. They are skilled and precise. I watch them work and I'm grateful. My house will be strong and safe, beautiful and comfortable. It is in good hands that work hard.so much of what they do we take for granted. They build our houses, they beautify our spaces, the keep us sanitary and lit and plumbed and going places. I was filled with gratitude for these people. I was raised by one and married another. My life has been shared by these "Blue-collared' workers.

footings

September 22 the forms for the footings were built in the hole. 

They then sat empty while we waited, and waited, and waited for the building permit.

Because you can't pour until you have that permit.

Today, October 6, our builder got the permit and poured the footings! 

This means we are (finally) out of the gate and on our way! 

I've never been so happy about concrete.