I was working on the kitchen tile and my drill was burning out while I was mixing the mortar. Dad brought his father's drill over who was involved in part of the organization of D-Day. It was such a beautiful tool and using it while commemorating the anniversary seemed too good to pass by.
It was a dream to use.
Hank tried his hand at the tile saw. He was ripping through these like nobodies business. I love his no fear attitude and how hard he works when he has a purpose. So so cute.
He did most of the cuts for the second day of the kitchen. So on D-day, we used my grandpa's drill, Dad was working away, and I was laying tile that my son cut. Makes me sort of teary eyed.
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