A  few months ago, oops, actually it  was more than a year now, I wrote about our outhouse (here). We've been restoring our old outhouse so that one day it can become my writer's studio.

I guess it's no secret that in our house restoring things takes forever. There's always more urgent immediate things that need to get done, hanging out laundry, bills, a stack of reading, a beautiful, perfect day that insists we go for a walk. But sometimes the benefit of delay is that the waiting gives birth to better ideas. 

On our vacation this year, my husband secretly borrowed some sand and rocks for the place we love most on earth - the very beach that I walked on with Maria the last summer we were in Cape Cod together. 

When I caught him taking out a pail of sand,  after our long, long drive home from the Cape, he told me his plans to mix it with cement and create the floor of my future writer's studio.

This morning,  the cement was poured,  the foundation made. I can't think of anything better than resting my feet where we go on vacation and finishing up my almost-done novel. I'll look down at the sand and say a prayer for all my  blessings...starting with my husband.