Such is life...

You all should know by now that our life is incredibly busy this summer. We are 2 1/2 months into our house building and are making steady progress. We started the electrical this week so we are really, really, really, really, hoping that we can work hard and be done in two months time. I think it should be possible because lots of what is left can be done while overlapping something else. Once we get the electrical done, we can have the insulators come, then we can have the sheetrockers come in, then finish the plumbing rough-in, then paint, then put in cabinets, then flooring, doors and trim, etc... Cross your fingers for us. (And we could use any additional prayers you wanted to send our way too...)

We love the house. I walk around and think to myself "Wow. This is so cool. I can't believe we actually dreamed this up and here it is!" The science lover in me is really enjoying the electrical. Weird, I know, but I like seeing how it comes together and knowing how it completes the circuit and why it all makes sense. Adam had the kids help pull wire in their bedrooms. He is so good at including them. He has done such a good job with Porter because he takes him everywhere with him when it's time to work. Porter's greatest joy is to work along side his dad. If they're fencing, Porter gets to help hammer in staples. If they're hanging sheetrock, Porter gets a pencil to help "mark". A couple of weeks ago, when they were still roofing, Porter was so upset because he couldn't go up on the roof and help. Adam has commented a lot about how his dad took him and his brothers with when he was working on things and that he now realizes that they probably were more in the way than they were help but I think that is why Adam loves to work.
Wouldn't the world be an amazing place if everyone loved to work?

One of my friends had this quote on her blog and I loved it so I am stealing it to post here:

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car,

wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair perfectly coiffed,

and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.

I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels

from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass

stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk's lawn.

I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on

my shirt from making peanut butter sandwiches for a

sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt

under my fingernails from helping weed someone's garden.

I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my

cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder.

I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."

~ Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Me too.