As I was walking William to the bus stop, I glanced down at our yard, and I saw this!
I literally got down on my hands and knees and ran my hand over it, and then I squealed like a giddy school girl.
Ben didn't squeal, although that would have been epic, but he just says over and over that he truly can't believe it. The hard work actually produced something.
I think in our subconscious, we pretty much thought we would never have grass. Just lots of work, that kept on producing more work.
Putting in a yard can kind of warp a person like that.
Oh happy day!