Dessert First

Ordinarily, bulldozers and cement mixers don’t set my heart aflutter; I’ve always been grateful to have children who prefer the romance of trains over a truck’s brawn. With one month to go until we break ground for our new house, though, I find myself looking longingly at every digger that passes by.
But then the nerves hit: What if we haven’t designed the house just right? And how can I possibly be sure the kitchen — my most important space — will work for me, and not me for it?
I’m still studying the kitchen plans, but when I need a break, I bake. And all this baking has helped me focus on what stuff I really need, and where.