Three Stories Up.

The second floor and roof is on. I can't believe how those guys climbed around up there like monkeys. The guy in the picture walked around the edge of the house, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth while he worked, grabbing trusses off the huge hook that dangled above his head. In this picture, he's three stories off the ground. I watched from the ground, absolutely amazed. Has anyone noticed how often I use the word "amazed?"

I can't really describe what it feels like to walk into the house with the first floor finished. It's an amazing thing. Where there was nothing before, nothing but a big hole in the ground, there is now a structure with floors and ceilings and stairs. I can begin to visualize where rooms will be, how they will look. I go back and forth between thinking the house is way too big and way too small. Every change seems monumental. Things seem to be going so quickly now, but Bohemian keeps reminding me that it will be months before we move in. I just can't wait that long!