On a cold November day we moved our little family of three to our first stand-alone house. It was small and cozy and full of character. We loved it right away, and would spend six happy years there.
Little did I know that my future best friend owned it. Jillian’s friendship was a gift hiding in the life we would live in our little orange stucco.
Our little orange stucco at 615 S 36th Street was laid to rest a few weeks ago after a century of life. In its place will be more room for Jillian’s family to grow and gather. It will be a beautiful improvement and the process has already proced lots of fun to watch!
The trucks and the loads and loads and loads of demolition debris were a highlight, and once the space was completely cleared it was surprising just how much space our little 615 occupied.
Today the littles ate lunch and watched the new basement being dug.
Levi couldn’t help himself…he studied every last inch of the flat bed that brought the bulldozer and skid steer on site.
And he loves a good double wheel on any truck.
