Life is Great!

Well, although life conceptually should be slowing down with all of the holidays passed, reality proves a bit different. Mike & I were led to believe that the process of building our home would take forever and we were prepared to go at it slowly, with plenty of time to make decisions. I, of course began going through magazines, and color charts knowing sometime down the road, I would need to have prepared decisions as to what I wanted where when the time came… I put all of my cut outs in a lime green binder… sort of a bright yet dreamy wish list for myself. My binder is only half filled and now, apparently… the time has arrived that I’m being expected to pull out all of my decisions and share them with the world. Panic time. I’m being forced to make decisions like window heights, arch depths, roofing shades, stucco styles, window shapes & colors, right down to the nitty-gritty of what size my tiled shower should be, and how wide should the little bench that I’ll need to shave my legs will be… dumb, dumb, dumb, but heaven forbid I should pick things wrong because this will be the only house that we will be building so if I want something special I need to speak up NOW! In the past I really didn’t care about the shape of rain gutters, and the process of deciding on a kitchen bar height just about killed me! What if it’s too high and blocks the view to the kitchen… and what if it’s too low, and you can see my dirty dishes in the sink that is on the other side of it? Will someone fall out of the low window if I build a bench across it for seating in my dining area? How much stone is too much stone? Does the stone outside have to match the stone inside? Should the window next to the front door be filtered or clear, and if it’s clear will someone be able to see me from the road if I decide to run around in my skivvies? Of course I never run around in my skivvies (I’ve got two boys, you know.), but what if I decide that in my old age I want to? Then my mind flits to the fact that maybe, just maybe, I could learn how to do stained glass and put that in there… and do I actually have the time to learn how to do stained glass, when I just got a classical guitar with the full intention of learning how to play it? My mind has constantly been on overdrive this past week, and I’ve probably called a dozen different contractors for prices on everything from central air systems to fireplace people, to a special window company that has the certain perfect window that I want with white on the inside & black/bronze on the exterior. My little green binder has spilled over to a storage tub and I have brochures coming out of the woodwork! My barn has 6 different shades of grey-green painted in large 3x3 squares on the front of it. All of my shoes are muddy from walking back in forth to the new house… It’s freezing out there and my nose is always pink… when are those windows arriving anyway? The breezes are making me miserable! And yet… through it all… through every little eye rolling, minute little choice that must be made, Mike & I will take a few minutes, walk up our new driveway, looking at our new home, thinking about all of the new decisions that need to be done… and a sense of contentment washes over us that all of this newness is wonderful, and that we are truly blessed to be able to do this for our family. So bring on those decisions! I laugh in the face of the decisions to come! WHAH- HA HA HA HA…. That was my maniacal laugh, if you can imagine droll little me actually touching the fingertips of both my hands together in front of me and manically letting loose. How cool is this? I mean really? Very cool. Life is great!