It was a weird thing having our first open house. We all worked so hard to get the house perfect. Beyond perfect. It looked like a magazine. Better then it has ever looked. That was a lot of stress but at least I was in control.
And then I handed over the keys and ran away. I had lost all control. The most I could do was drive by few times and look at the lawn signs.
Oh yeah, and pray and trust. I almost forgot about those two.