The woodworking/building gene comes honest to him. Pawpa has been a builder since before I was born. I remember the sound of his drills in the basement, the smell of saw dust and the beautiful pieces of woodwork he created. He has made beautiful wooden toys for my boys. And at Christmas this year, there were two wood kits wrapped under the tree from his Pawpa...and today he was eager to finish the last one.
It truly is a labor of love each day to search for just the right image(s)...the ones that represent our daily lives...edit them, organize them, write about them. What a wonderful experience and an amazing amount of growth this year for me. It has been a great journey but one I am not jumping into again just yet. I am going to take a breather, let the dust settle and let inspiration find me and lead me to my next project. For now, I will continue to post about our lives but only when I feel it.