At lunch, on this random Tuesday, our entire family stopped by the house. We stop by almost every day, rarely in unison, but today was different. TODAY there were walls. And ceilings. And places where windows will someday be. The job site was a scene of noise and chaos. Oh my…the mess. It was hard work just getting into the house. As Greg and the girls gingerly walked about, and then happily headed off to the basement (where they could run and scream to their hearts’ content), I found myself too stunned to move.

Would you look at that? That’s my kitchen, or perhaps more accurately, here is my view from my kitchen (someday) windows. I didn’t notice the banging and the framers calling to each other. I wasn’t standing on small mountains of sawdust. It was quiet inside my head, and I was sitting at my kitchen table, looking out over those trees. I could smell coffee and feel the newspaper spread out in front of me. There were plans for blueberry pies and maybe some chowder. Maybe I was planning a dinner party. Maybe I wasn’t planning or reading. Maybe I was just enjoying the quiet view. For the first time, my heart connected to this house. I should have known a kitchen window looking out at an evergreen would grab me. Maybe I didn’t have to say goodbye to my favorite tree after all.

Someday. Maybe even someday soon this imaginary moment will be a reality. Won’t you join me for a cup of morning coffee? It’s high-time we get back to our normal programming, don’t you think?