I found myself giggling tonight as I thought about how doing home projects can really serve as a metaphor for our lives. The big item that jumped out at me was how the last 10% of the work takes 90% of the time and effort.
I spent nearly 2 hours just filling nail holes with wood putty tonight. While I was silently cursing myself for so dramatically encouraging this project from the beginning, it dawned on me: it's the details that matter. It's the finishing touches, smooth lines, and thrice overs that make the difference between just ok and awe inspiring.
I'm glad to have a partner on this project and in life who appreciates attention to detail. This partnership is just kind of effort I am more than willing to invest my time in.
And for this, I am thankful.