I've made several sizable mistakes with our kitchen makeover. Ugh. Just ugh. Two of those mistakes I made because I ignored the feeling I should wait or stop. Both times I was incredibly tired and in a hurry to reach an end point and in each situation something crucial to the project broke. Immediately after the smash and shatter I screamed in horror, berated myself and intensely desired a time machine to go back and wait or stop before the crisis. I always wish for a time machine, always.
I received a REAL letter in the mail today from Faith. I'm going to frame it. Was there a time when a letter was less personal than a phone call? If so, I am here to tell you things aren't always what they seem. This handwritten note was more touching than any phone call I've received in a measurable amount of time.Happy Weekend.