After months of sweat and sawdust, I’m raising the gables—those proud, peaked crowns of my dream log home. With each timber locked in place, the silhouette sharpens against the sky. Today, windows arrive: glass panes catching mountain light, framing future memories. I measure twice, lift with care, seal against wind and whisper. Each pane feels like a promise—of warmth, view, and shelter. The house breathes now, eyes open to the world. This isn’t just construction; it’s creation. My hands build more than walls—they build belonging. Home, at last, is taking shape—pane by pane, dream by dream.
