In the olden days, I would get excited about building a house. As time wore on, however, I became jaded. Anytime the banker or builder or candlestick maker gave me good news--potentially the good news--I'd just shrug and say, "I'll believe it when I see it."
Well, now I see it.
And I can still hardly believe it.
This was last week:
And here's the same place one week later:
One week and one day and we have a hole. Not just any hole, either; this is an epic hole. A life-changer.
Brett started on Justin's 40th birthday. He claimed to have waited for the birthday so it could be a present.
One heck of a present!
Let's walk down inside together, shall we?
|Our baby boy discovered sticks about a week ago and has one in his hand pretty much all the time...|
and probably will for the next 9 or 10 years!
Let me give you a little tour.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is our hole.
Please feel free to look about and ask any questions you might have.
I love talking about it, so don't feel like you're being bothersome.
|To give you some scale, that bright green lawn chair is a child-size Adirondack chair on the left uppermost peak.|
Someone has to supervise the work.
This is it! I can feel it . . . er, see it. There's no going back now! :)