There is a moment in any endeavor, whether it's raising a child or a house, where you just get a feel for how it's going to turn out. Hopefully that moment is not going to be like the one when Gregory Peck figures out that his son Damien has some interesting genealogy to go along with that odd tattoo on his head.
Hopefully, the moment will be more like "AHHHH, yes, this is just the way I hoped it would be."
We hit that moment yesterday when the roof of the bedroom wing was framed in. The house looks a lot less like a plywood mobile home, and more like a Frank Lloyd Wright Usonian. The bones and flesh are there, the rest is just cosmetics so to speak.
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