One marshmallow or two marshmallows

September 25: Amazing but true: T and B married 35 years ago on September 17th. Bigger news, VOILA, as if by some magic trick, we are the proud grandparents of two gorgeous girls: birthed on September 5th by our beautiful daughter Sarah and her husband Tom. Everything pales in comparison with nature’s amazing process of childbirth. We are truly blessed with two little marshmallows, Abigail and Eliza. Our best planning had the garage foundation poured, the building framed and closed in before these babies were born. Life, as usual, proceeds without our consent on timing. Did I promise this was our last dance somewhere before, Lots of Laughs. We spent the summer finishing up interior trim and details of the house and looking at garages. Our zoning variance only allow us certain positioning of the garage which presented challenges in placement and design. The garage represents the second marshmallow for me. It is my reward for sticking with the house day after day which I lovingly began to refer to as the “Gulag”. If I was prone to immediate gratification in my early years, I know for certain that I have the gift of patience as an adult. I know that if I practice that patience there are often two marshmallows at the end of the road for me.

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