Happy Birthday, Handyman Husband!

Yesterday I came home from work to find a big hole in the side of my house.

Having lived with Tim as long as I have, coming home to a hole in the house is not as surprising as you might expect it to be, despite the fact that I had no idea what Tim was up to while I was at work yesterday afternoon. Yesterday was not the first time this has happened, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

Would you like to see the hole?

It’s a nice hole, isn’t it?

The hole was made so that a sliding door could be installed where our dining room window once was. This is actually something we’ve been wanting to do for quite some time, but lack of time and the cost of doors has, up until now, been a bit prohibitive. But it just so happens that Tim’s on a 2-week break between student teaching and summer grad classes. And it also just so happens that he located a perfectly-sized door in good condition at a resale shop for a mere $75 yesterday (these doors usually retail for about $400, so, yeah. Pretty good deal!). And so it happened that I came home to a hole in the house.

Tim had called Steve over to help him install the door, and apparently 4 hands is all you need for that job, so when I got home I got to sit happily on the patio and watch the guys wrestle the door into the hole . . . at least until they demanded I get into the kitchen like a Good Woman and cook a hearty dinner for the Big Strong Men.

By the time dinner was ready, the door was installed and only in need of some finishing touches. This is what it looked like when I left the house this morning:

Obviously it needs some sort of trim around the edges, and a step or two between the door and the patio would be helpful. I think Tim was planning on working on those details today.

Can I just take a minute to tell you how much I love my husband’s mad handyman skillz? Because I really love that he’s able to not only hunt down a bargain door but also cut a hole in the house and recruit a friend to help install the door all in one afternoon. It’s seriously impressive. Living with Tim may mean coming home to surprises like holes in the house, but I can’t think of one instance when such a surprise hasn’t been a good one. Being married to Tim is so much fun.

I can’t wait to see what I get to come home to tonight!

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