My wife and I are building something again. Our current project is a loft bed for our son who just turned 5 years old. His older sister, who turns 7 tomorrow, just had her fairy castle loft build last month. Our son's loft will be a train. We're still working out the kinks. So far, zero marital crises on this project. It's a record.
You really need to understand what's happening here. I don't build. From my father I inherited tool allergies. Growing up I heard questions from my dad like this: "Where's the screwdriver?"
The screwdriver - the only one.
You can see how I didn't have a chance.
My wife, on the other hand, grew up with a father who, when their church built a new church building, he dismantled the old church building and built a house from the materials. No lie! My wife tells stories of chipping mortar from bricks to see if they could be saved for their house.
Can you see where this is headed? She thought all men were like her dad. I was a home improvement moron. We hooked up.
After nearly 9 years of projects (every single one of them her idea), we are learning how to build together. It's still hard, but I am learning from her every single time. I'm self-conscious, tentative, and have positively no sense in structural soundness, but I don't need any of that. All I need to do if listen, cut, and lift.
You know, I really like my wife.
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