The key to buying a fixer upper home is having vision–to see beyond the boxed in front porch and the kitchen and bathroom that got “Modernized” in the 1950’s (WHY OH WHY couldn’t they have left the clawfoot tub?) To wonder what kind of wood the trim is under umpteen layers of paint. To see that the awkward, gangly girl can become a beauty with a little love and care.
Saturday Brenton spend the day tearing our house down to the original wood siding and opening the front porch up. I drove up to the house after being on a shopping trip and I felt her smile at me. She seemed to say, “I met the right guy and he’s helping me shine again.”
That night I stood out on the newly open front porch and listened to the rain falling. I imagined watching the sunrise while sitting in a wicker chair and drinking a cup of coffee.
Vision is seeing sunrises through the pile of construction garbage.
