Yesterday, in a single day, I was asked to think about the following: Would I like the bathroom tile to have a bull nose edge or a deco edge? Would I like the tile setter to cut the slate into small pieces for the shower floor, or make another selection? Would I like an apron under the kitchen windows, or rather have the tile border there? Would I like the cabinets above the washer to be 18 inches deep as the architect recommended, or just 14 inches? Would you like to pick out spindle for the basement stairs banister?
This certainly is not the extent of the decisions for a day... but it is all that the ol' brain can retrieve at this moment to tell you. Please do not hear this as complaining. This is one of the most thrilling things that Mike and I have had the privilege to do. In fact, almost every time I enter this house I say to myself "I cannot believe this is really our house... " and I thank God and my dad for making it real.
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