One Wall At A Time
Husband → Wife
Christmas · Folk
Renee, our first Christmas in this house — the one we spent the whole year fixing up ourselves. Every wall has a story now: the weekend we argued about paint colors, the night we ate dinner standing up in a half-done kitchen, all of it. People buy houses; we kind of built ours, one stubborn project at a time. And I'd do every frustrating minute again, as long as it's with you. Merry Christmas, my love. First of many, in a home we made. I love you.
Husband → Wife
Christmas · Folk
Renee, our first Christmas in this house — the one we spent the whole year fixing up ourselves. Every wall has a story now: the weekend we argued about paint colors, the night we ate dinner standing up in a half-done kitchen, all of it. People buy houses; we kind of built ours, one stubborn project at a time. And I'd do every frustrating minute again, as long as it's with you. Merry Christmas, my love. First of many, in a home we made. I love you.
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Grant is 32, and he and his wife Renee are spending their first Christmas in a house they spent all year fixing up themselves — every wall holds a weekend, a friendly argument about paint, a dinner eaten standing in a half-done kitchen. For the holiday he wanted to celebrate building a home one stubborn project at a time. He made a cozy folk song for her.
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Renee, our first Christmas in this house — the one we spent the whole year fixing up ourselves. Every wall has a story now: the weekend we argued about paint colors, the night we ate dinner standing up in a half-done kitchen, all of it. People buy houses; we kind of built ours, one stubborn project at a time. And I'd do every frustrating minute again, as long as it's with you. Merry Christmas, my love. First of many, in a home we made. I love you.
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