I was giddy like a schoolgirl waiting for that cute boy to walk by her locker. I was hoping not to look too eager when he arrived. I didn't want to scare him off. Oh no. That would never do because we really need him. He's our beloved sailmaker Bruce.
We all soaked in the rare February sunshine and got right to work. First we manhandled the mainsail off the boat. Then we spread the old girl out on the grass and Bruce did his thing.
I love how he studied her lines. I love how he put Zach to work measuring with him. I love how he really wanted to know our plans and hopes.
I loved watching him measure and ponder and calculate and sketch.
And when I was nursing Naia to sleep (you know planning a new sail is tiring work for a little girl), I loved looking up from our comfy nursing spot in the salon and seeing this.
It's not like getting new tires on your car. It's not like getting a new roof on your house. It's so much more than a enormous piece of Dacron. It's the promise of things to come. It's the first step on the path away from being a floating home and towards being a voyaging vessel again. It's a sign that we're finally shifting gears and getting ready. A long, slow, 18 months or so of readying, but readying all the same. It's momentum. It's purpose. It's freedom.