So...for those who weren't already aware, we bought our house in Oct. It needed VARIOUS repairs, including a new front door due to water damage in the frame. There were more pressing improvements that we concentrated on, since we do have a garage that we can use as the sole entrance. Finally, we are ready to rectify the entryway fiasco (b/c really the entire entry including the stairs, landing, and door need to be replaced) It's ready for it's make-over...and so is our bank account. Doors are expensive!...well, doors with the frame and 2 sidelights. The door, itself is only around $200...the sidelights are about $800....am I the only one who finds that crazy? Anyway, so I'm pretty darn excited. We found a door we love that is "inexpensive" and should be here any day. So the plan is to: day 1-take the door out (all of the following activities will be accompanied by a professional), fix the entry subfloor and put down slate, put the new door in. Day 2- put the baseboards back and either carpet the stair treads OR ...something else that we haven't fully decided, but we would rather have another option since we aren't crazy about the carpet idea. I really can't wait to have a usable front door again!
This is the pic in the magazine, but isn't it darling?
In other, less labor intensive news: Michelle came to visit Thurs night!...and killed me at phase 10 while we both got some nice, much needed grown up socializing done. Dad crashed until about 9p, then Audrey crashed our party until 10.30p, but it was girls only for those 2 hours before Jared got home...and it was awesome. Jared even made us an amazing breakfast Fri morning (he takes such good care of me), which was the day we got Ben's work done at the temple. If you know Mormon culture and beliefs, then you understand the awesomeness that I mean. I've been to the temple every month since he passed away, and every single time I go, I miss him...more there than anywhere else. Maybe it's because I feel like I'm closer to him there than anywhere else...I really don't know. But I miss him more the second I enter that special place that any other time (this becomes a point, I promise). Now, if you aren't familiar with the Mormon beliefs/lingo...then I'm sorry. B/c my story is full of terms you probably won't get.
Friday, we were told to be ready and in the temple at 11.30a so that we can go in the 12 noon session. Mom and Dad went early, and I rolled up at 11.20a and was pretty excited that I got a close parking spot. We are required to have a paper, called a recommend, to enter. I never take mine out of my wallet. Ever. I get my stuff, get out of the car, grab my wallet, and walk up to the front. On my way I casually open my wallet to get my recommend out....not there. So I frantically search every nook and cranny in the rest of the wallet and then the entire bag I was carrying. I can't enter, thus be there with my family, if I don't have this recommend! I tear the car apart and then call Jared (who was at home...40 min away). I break down and blubber about what's going on, then realizing that he really can't help me, I release him from my hysterical call and just cry. I'm going to miss it. I am completely at a loss of what to do, or where my recommend could even be or why I would have ever taken it out of my wallet at all. So, I muster up enough sanity to walk inside and tell the front desk my dilemma...maybe there is something they can do. 11.35a...I have 25 min to get the situation rectified and change clothes...there's still time, no need to panic. The man had me fill out my info and the names of my Bishop and Stake President, who he could call, verify my status as a recommend holder and let me in. I just had to sit and wait, and he would be back asap. Time kept passing...11.40a...11.45a...I started losing hope. If 11.50a gets here...I'll just prepare myself to accept the fact that I'm just not going to be there. It will still get done, I don't HAVE to be there...I just really wanted to be. 11.50a...there, I'm not making it, there's no way I'll have time to change and everything in time. Then at 5 till noon, he comes in and says I'm clear, but I had better hurry. So, I walk as reverently and quickly as possible to the dressing room and tell the first lady that I saw with a name tag that I desperately wanted in the Noon session for my brother. She said she would ask them to wait for me, but I should move quickly. I tore into the first open dressing locker, and just lost it. I threw my clothes in the locker and without even checking to make sure I had everything, I threw the dress clothes on, all the while crying my eyes out (half out of panic, and half out of relief, with a dash of pregnant hormones thrown in for good measure). I get out and make it JUST in time. Once I calmed down and began breathing normally, it was a wonderful experience! Haha... The thing was: I didn't miss him. I was happy, and felt more like he was there with us, rather than the previous experiences of having the overwhelming need to tell him that I missed him desperately.
Wow...so that was long. Sorry about that.
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