A few weekends ago, the Walkers helped us out big-time around the house. Here's Josh with the sander we rented for the day. The boys had fun trying to control that thing. It's really powerful!!
This is kind of a before and after shot all in one. The part on the left is where David and Marc sprayed/scrubbed the stain and left it to dry -- looks gray and cloudy. The part he's scrubbing in the pic is what it looks like when all the film is washed off. The part where his feet are is what it looks like once the scrubbed part is dry.
And then THIS is what it looks like now that we have the sealer over it. It's so amazing to me -- like a science experiment that looks totally beautiful when it's finished!
This is what the other room looks like. The previous room is really a deep deep brown. This is called "cola." I just call it "pretty." :)
A few other great and not-so-great things happened this weekend as well.
While chopping onions for a tuna salad, I basically cut straight through the side of my thumb - including half of my nail. Aye aye aye - I've experienced some ouchies before, but this one would just. not. stop!! It throbbed for a good portion of the day, but thanks to my sweet sweet husband, I have a nice little bandage to protect my boo-boo.
This is my Memaw. She turned 84 last week, and we celebrated her birthday on Memorial Day. Now, this picture kinda makes her seem really frail, but she's really doing well, I think. She's pretty much the sweetest woman in the world - and I'm probably not exaggerating. I love this woman.

Ugh, and now for the part I debated about leaving out. This is a photo of Derf, David's dog, while the two of them were in Alaska. So last week I told you guys that we picked up Derf from David's dad's house in March. Well, Derf thought it was time for an adventure of his own, and he ran away on Saturday night. He dug a hole under our fence and took off on a stroll. We've called the pound, we've posted signs, we gone on Derf-hunts. He's just gone.... And I try to stay light-hearted because, in all honesty, I've been a little heart-broken. He's only been my dog for two months, but he's a great little dog... a sweet, old little dog..... And my only hope is that some sweet family rescued him off the street and just decided to keep him and not tell the pound. At least that's what I keep telling myself to keep from imagining the worst. I've been pretty torn up about Derf's disappearance, and I still have a tiny bit of hope that he'll come home. But until then, I'm trying to remember that God is big and can comfort me way more than a sweet little dog can.
It feels strange to write a post about losing my dog and staining our floors in one. But I recognize that this is life. Imperfect and ever-changing. Good and bad happens every day. And I don't mean to get all philosophical on ya. I'm just learning to thank and trust God in the small things and the big things... Not an easy task, but He's good. For sure.
"...just wanna know you're gonna hold me if I start to cry. Oh great God, be close enough to feel you now..."
"...just wanna know you're gonna hold me if I start to cry. Oh great God, be close enough to feel you now..."