Before you continue, be aware that the following photos will be horrific to those who spent the loving hours on helping us renovate our house that they did. This includes my father, Aaron, Marc, Derek and Curtis.
Looking at these, I feel several things. I am sad. I feel like throwing up. I am so, so thankful, again. And I am a little bit in denial. Can that be my house? No. Well, I guess it is not mine anymore anyways. And in a way, it never did belong to me. But I think I still felt like it was mine.
Okay. Take a deep breath.