When I look back at the pictures of our old kitchen I'm pretty amazed at how different it looks. Our summer project did indeed take all summer. There was a little blood, a lot of sweat, and a few buckets of tears. Addison cut himself once or twice, we all sweat, and I shed the tears, but Maddie would remind me there is no crying in construction. So, I had to buck up when things got challenging. But it was worth it. I love my kitchen. It is my laboratory. Now I want to be in it all the time.
I was thrilled once all the construction dust was washed away and everything found a home. It is such a joy to have things in their place and not have to go look for something in the dining room or walk to the laundry room to use the sink. For a few days we all kept leaving the kitchen when we needed something only to get to our destination and realize we no longer needed to leave the kitchen to find it.
It is easy to take things for granted until you don't have them anymore. We had gone without a working kitchen for longer than we had hoped. At times it was really frustrating. We got tired and stressed when we couldn't figure something out. Now with everything working and in its place we felt pleased and grateful. The kitchen just makes us smile.
When I worked at the bakery we had a saying, "We aim for perfection and take what we can get." Nothing is perfect, but we gave it our best.
Now it is time for cake...