Sometimes it feels like I am the only person out there who is not married to a handyman. Don't get me wrong, I adore my husband ... maybe a little too much at times ... but sometimes I do find myself secretly wishing I'd find him painting this or that, hear him sawing away at a project or see him working in the yard. But that just wouldn't be my husband. So in case you're wondering why I don't have more posts on home improvement projects ... please note the above image. Yes, that's a book in his pocket and not a hammer.
I hope all of you who have handymen in your life appreciate their handiness. And I hope you realize what a gift it is. For me, yes definitely, I would love to get the thousands of things done around the house that need to be done or tackle all of the many amazing ideas I have in my head, but I just have to be a little more patient than I'd like. And while some things may never get done, and while ideas may find permanent homes in my head, I can honestly say that I love this man just the way he is ... book in pocket on vacation and all.