On Homes And Fathers

We closed the loan on our house yesterday. It's about time huh? After living in the house for three years and constructing a major remodel (more than doubling the size of the house) for the last two, we officially bought the house from my dad. The original house was built in 1893 before Utah was a state, and it was a one bedroom, zero bathroom house with no kitchen, just a fireplace in the dining room. In later years a kitchen and bathroom and another small bedroom were added to the back. When we took ownership of the house we had two kids and the master bedroom was too small for a king size bed. So we put Grace in the master, Chris in the other bedroom, and Lori and I set up shop in the dining room. A year after we moved in we started the remodel process, and finally broke ground in November of 2006. Construction was delayed in April when I cut my finger half way off, and took some time for recovery and rehab. We did however manage to get the roof on it before winter set in again. In January I changed jobs and was kept very busy with that. We finally got carpet a month ago and immediately started moving our stuff into our new rooms. There's still a few finishing touches that I may never get to at this point but no one seems to mind. I jut can't believe it's finally done!
I need to take a moment and make sure my dad knows how important he is to me. Not only for the many uncounted hours he spent on this project, along with all the frustrations of being the General Contractor, but for all the things he's done for me. It's been almost a year since I quit working with him to go work for the post office and I miss it terribly. He taught me so much over the years we spent working together, and I would not be where I am today and the man I am without his everpresent influence. I love you Dad. Thankyou again.