Paul wasn't so sure about the color. I guess he thought it would be too dark, but I love it. I think it's warm and colorful. He's finally coming around to my point of view and embracing my love of all things red.
Up next? Wood flooring. We're going to purchase the materials tonight, and Paul and Peter will install new wood flooring in the dining room, kitchen and entryway. And this Saturday while Paul is at drill I'm hoping to get the living room, entryway and maybe even the dining room painted. And most of our stuff moved in...it's going to be crazy! But I'm excited and I'm definitely ready to get into the new house.
Last night, with red paint smeared across his sweatshirt, Paul paused in his work, looked at me with pride in his eyes and said, "I remember being a teenager and my mom and dad were painting their house...renovating. And now I'm the one fixing up a new house. I'm glad to be doing it with you, Baby."
Finally, we've come across something that is new to both of us, and we're doing it together. That makes me feel warm and comfortable on the inside.
We have big plans for that house. Maybe they're more dreams than plans, but we have a whole lifetime of togetherness ahead of us to convert them.