Knock, Knock. Who's There?

For the last 18 months, hubby and I have looked at doors - front doors - trying to decide agree on a door.  We have looked and deliberated, discussed and discussed (translate that "argued").  First we couldn't agree on the shape of the glass.  I was tired of the solid wood door with the little window at the top.  I wanted glass - decorative glass - so I could enjoy some light in our dark hallway.  Then, when we finally agreed on an oval glass, we had to agree on the color of the door.  We have a brick home, but it is not a dark brick, so I wanted a light door.  Hubby wanted a dark, burgundy-looking door.  We finally brought the door book home and matched the color to the brick and the trim.  Whew!  Who knew it would be so difficult to buy a door!

 
So, the door was purchased, my son installed it while we were out of town, and I am delighted!  It even throws some really neat shadows on the wall when the sun shines through it.

 But, this wasn't supposed to be about the door, rather who was at the front door.  Here's the thing - now I can see who is at the front door, without opening it!  And the first person that came through my new front door was my youngest grandson - all smiles and hugs for his grandmom!

Of course, his Papa Dan had to encourage him with making faces...he copies everything his Papa does.

 It just doesn't get any better than this!

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