Floored

I am floored. In 2 senses of the word. The first, because I have a new tile floor in my kitchen. The second, because my son did the job. He is not a contractor, but the quality of his work could pass for one. Every cut was done precisely. Every tile was laid to perfection. As I stood and watched, I was so impressed. First he had to lay a cement board floor and then the tile. The job took 12 hours with breaks for food. He added a decorator's touch at the end of the job by putting a 1" multicolor border. Every time I walk into my kitchen I will smile knowing that the floor was installed with love.