Sunlight dappled through the trees as we hammered the final cedar shakes onto the roof, the sweet scent of pine filling the air. Laughter echoed while fitting the last window frame, its glass catching the golden afternoon light. Inside, the smooth-finished walls awaited cheerful paint, and the sturdy floorboards creaked with promise. We carefully installed the welcoming front door, its brass knob gleaming. Adding the wraparound porch railing felt like the final embrace. With the last nail tapped home and flower boxes secured beneath the windows, the Happy Wooden House stood complete—a warm, sturdy haven ready to hold countless memories, its open door inviting joy inside.
