What took almost a year of re-doing and flopping and twitching is now being torn down... some remnants left behind. I'm still in awe of the idea of a whole 'real room' to scrap in and make my own.... just blows me away. David has been so sweet, talking about getting me real scrap furniture/organizer stuff to replace what I have. All seems so surreal. A little bittersweet, and deep down I'm missing Mom. Wishing she were here for me to share all this new adventure with, to ask her advice. I know she's smiling down from Heaven, knowing that her 'kids' are happy and thriving.