16 Months: Could I change that 16 months to 9 months, roll back time and pretend. Not on your life. Of course my last dance would be a MARATHON. It is only fitting that a gal like me would save the best and most grueling event for last. We have slowly put all the piles of Legos together. Tim has painstakingly cut every piece of trim in our little house and installed. I have assisted and moved behind him with sandpaper and caulk.
The walls are painted, the kitchen is in and the bathrooms are functional. We got our Certificate of Occupancy in early June. Floors are being finished next week. Very exciting!
Our last dance... 