Blessed

First of all, I have to say that I'm lucky, VERY LUCKY. It's not often that people have children, get married, and share a dream. In our case, Indy & I have always wanted the other to be happy as we moved forward. We had hoped to be able to afford a house before having a second child, but that hasn't worked out so we're transforming our condo into a home instead of a temporary place that we happen to live.

I will admit that a lot of the projects I'm hoping to accomplish were not his idea in the first place. He's had input, but the frivolity of painting and matching I know he's helping with just to indulge me. He loves me enough that he's trying as hard as he can to help my vision come to fruition.

Tonight, the project is getting ready for painting. I'm thrilled that my mom & gram are coming to help paint. (Actually I can't technically paint because pregnant women are overly susceptible to paint fumes.) I've been taking things down, wiping down walls and furniture, etc. today and Indy has been cleaning the larger items (behind the refrigerator, on top of the cupboards). It's been a long day.

I know that he likes the colors but I hope that when the paint is done, he'll feel like this long day and late night were worth the final result. I feel bad when we sacrifice sleep to make something I was hoping for happen. Truthfully, I'd do the same for him.