A couple weeks ago, I was sitting in the living room of my two young daughters, wearing my favorite blue turtleneck, and discussing how much I love the word “sand.”
I mentioned that, as a child, I could tell that this house was not just a sand house.
This was not some home I was trying to hide from the world.
This is not some kind of haunted house, but a home I could actually live in, where I could be myself.
I was thrilled, and excited to see the house finally open up, and to see that it was filled with people.
But I also wondered what my kids would think about it.
I wondered if my kids, with their penchant for big, bold words, would be able to recognize a sandhouse, and recognize it for what it really is, a place of peace, love, and community.
They may even say, “That’s the house I know I can trust.”
I thought back to a comment I made on Facebook last month about what it would mean for me if my house was torn down and rebuilt.
“If I can build it, my kids can live here,” I wrote.
In retrospect, it was probably a bit premature.
I had already planned on building the house myself, but I knew it would take a lot of planning and patience.
The problem was that my house had not been in my family for decades.
I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to keep the house, or if I even wanted to live there.
I needed to start from scratch.
So, I asked my kids what they thought of the sand house, and they both answered in unison, “I want to build it.”
They were ready to do anything.
I knew that my daughters would be happy with it, but would they be willing to live here?
My youngest, Sophia, and I had recently moved to a new house, a $150,000 home in an exclusive neighborhood that is not normally considered a neighborhood.
I was still not sure if we could afford to live in that house.
But after my daughters spent about two weeks researching, I knew I could not afford to pay for the house alone.
So I started thinking about what kind of things we could build together.
I began to think about how much time Sophia and I would spend together, and how much of that time I would be spending with her.
When I asked them what they would be doing in their spare time, they told me that they would watch television.
Sophia was an avid sports fan, and she would watch sports on her phone.
I, on the other hand, had never watched sports before.
But Sophia was excited about the possibilities, and so I asked her if she would join me for a little video game, something like an online shooter.
“I would love to,” she said.
“I love the idea of playing a video game.”
Sophia and her two young sisters, Aimee, 9, and Ella, 8, were very curious about the idea.
I am glad that they were willing to try it out.
Sophia and I talked about the house for a while, and then, finally, Alyssa, 6, volunteered to help me with the project.
Alyssas and I are friends, and we talked about how to do the project together.
The house we had built was in fact quite large.
It was over 200 square feet, and the roof was two stories high.
I wanted the house to look like it had been renovated, with a roof that extended down the middle, but also in the middle of the house.
We also needed to include a staircase.
This is where I started to think, what kind the house would look like if we added some other features, like a pool, a spa, and a movie theater.
A few weeks later, the house was ready for construction.
We were all excited to get to work on the project, and Alyssah and I headed into the house that had become a new home.
We had a lot to think through, and in the end, it didn’t take too long before I was able to get everything working.
My first order of business was to remove all the old paint, and all the mold.
I took Alysses and Sophia out to the driveway, and asked them to help with the removal of the old flooring.
My house has been a new beginning for us, but it is also a new start for our kids.
They will be happy that we did it.
While I was still in the house cleaning up, Sophia and Azzie came over to help.
I asked if we would like to make a snack.
Azzie was really excited about it, so I decided to make one, too.
I made the first bite, and when I tasted it, I felt like I had