Like Christmas

I woke up this morning around 5:30, anxious to get up and start on the floor. Having rested for a few days in the air conditioning, the wood was (I hope) ready to get hammered and poked with sharp nails.

But I didn't get up from bed right away. My thoughts went back to those mornings years ago when I knew the Christmas tree was waiting in the living room. I remembered my mom and how happy she was to tell us about Santa Claus and to see us open our presents. I miss her very much and am glad to get a chance to remember her in this way.

So today was like Christmas morning for me--after several weeks of waiting, the day was here, and I had a new nail gun to play with and some fresh, clean wood to put down. Maybe it will be there for a very long time.

I was at it for about 10 hours today and I'm not even half done. Here's Willow, pleased that the worrisome cracks in the floor are gone and the monsters down there can no longer get to her.