All that I have is enough

I haven't posted much lately. Our house has been crazy. And not just the inhabitants of the house (because isn't that a given?!), but the physical circumstances of the house as we've painted the entire house, ripped up carpet and tile and backsplash and countertops, painted banisters and fireplace and--this week--cabinets. I am tired of living with a coat of dust and dirt over everything, with jobs half-finished, and with furniture still wrapped in plastic.

During this process, we've had a lot of frustrations and disappointments. We couldn't get the countertops we wanted until the end of August, so we went with another choice; we couldn't get the tile we wanted, so we went with another choice because it had to be in before the new wood floors arrived; then, our new wood floors didn't arrive (backordered until August 29, but they already ripped out the tile and carpet), so we had to find another wood that, you guessed it, we didn't like quite as much, and which set us back time-wise. It's been frustrating to know what I want and not quite get exactly what I want, especially when there's a big price tag attached.

At the same time, moving has taken us away from friends. Closer to family, yes, which we're finding so fun, but we've had to turn to each other for conversation, company, play, and fun.

Both of these experiences combined have reminded me that, really, "All that I have is enough." No, I didn't get the exact wood I wanted. And, yes, I miss my friends in Arizona. But when it comes right down to it, what I have here is enough.