The basement jacking, quite possibly the most tedious and trying project to date, is D-O-N-E.

I flew in from Florida late last night (greeted by snowflakes; how quaint) to find that Teague had worked his butt off all week to get the basement finished in time for my birthday. Not only that, but the house had been scoured. Hooray! He also got my gifts of a more tangible nature, so I feel like a very lucky 27 year-old.

Visiting my parents and grandparents was incredibly fun and relaxing, and I soaked up the sunshine. But it’s nice to come home and settle back in to familiar routines. Like discussing our next big house project (repairing and refinishing the downstairs hardwoods) over double-chocolate fudge birthday cake ;)