o u r n e w h o m e
every sunday for the past six months we've given up our brunches downtown to work hard on our new home. we are starting from the ground up and doing everything ourselves. I mean EVERYTHING. The walls are up, the lights are on and we can finally see the floor. These sundays have been so extremely special to us. every once and awhile we will get a great friend to help us dig out the basement finds or peel back aluminum tile but most of the time its been my father and mother in law with us till dark. afterward we share a home cooked meal and some laughs in our dust covered clothes talking about our plans for our new home.
we found this note the first demolition day hidden behind one of the many bookcases covering each wall. paul e lukey was the previous owner of this house and next door neighbor to aaron's parents. he passed away this year and after talking with his son and daughter we decided to take the house and give it our hard work and love to turn it into something new. when i first saw this, i cried. not that there was ever a noticeable tension in the house but with this note came an understanding of a gift.
we don't usually get to bring august with us while working on the house but she hasn't stopped talking about it. so last monday we took her over to help with some yard work(digging small holes and filling them with plastic vegetables apparently). she was more than excited to help her papa sweep inside and i caught some of the amazing light coming through our small west facing house. i can't wait to see two little ones running through the halls and soaking in all that perfect evening sunlight.
