The cobblestone floor is almost done and we’re about halfway through painting each fence. As with any project, we started off with a small idea that just kept growing. Initially, we were only going to paint our old fence a new color. After putting down a new floor and buying new patio furniture, might as well upgrade the darn fence too!
Lé me, painting the finishing touches on one fence.
Backyard before <– imgur
I was overwhelmed with emotion yesterday when I paused from painting to take a breath. Fiance was drilling nails into the 2×4 reinforcers we were using to hold up
our new fence. Caesar was meticulously cutting leftover cobblestone pieces and carefully inserting them like a jigsaw puzzle. My future father-in-law, Amado, was painting our old wooden table a lustrous creme beige with such finesse and care. My mother was sweeping the dirt and debris away from the stairs and tidying up. My future mother-in-law, Dulce, was pouring water from a pitcher to bring out to everyone working so diligently. I thought to myself I am such a fortunate person. I become a mush at sentimental moments and this was definitely one of them.
The reason I document my stories is to remember what we felt like through each phase of our renovation. I especially documented this moment as it reflects how loved, cherished and valued I feel to be surrounded by such wonderful people in life.
Here is a special shout out to our mothers, who are always so supportive of us, providing us with encouragement, a nurturing cornerstone and unconditional love and help along the way.