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The surfaces of my home are scattered with tiles and tools as my husband pieces together the final elements of projects long unfinished. I have spent most of the past week avoiding the din of progress in the unfinished areas of our home. I thought at first it was a matter of chaos, my inherent need for quiet to sift through my thoughts disrupted by the uneven intervals of the saw blade slicing tiles. Today it occurred to me I am more preoccupied by the permanence of the lingering elements. Blank slates now tinted with tones of commitment; possibility replaced with permanence. I am perpetually uncertain, navigating each choice and weighing each cost a story within a story. Peeking prematurely at a project I had long hesitated to finish I was happily surprised to find a sense of self between the elements. As we draw close to finishing the remaining rooms of our home I want to give thanks to my husband for his patience and persistence. Each paint color, tile, and floor board was placed with love for the people who live within these walls. This do it yourself home done selflessly.

Tagged: Home, Musings