Man, With a Hammer

Here’s a peek at the view from my living room window a couple of days ago.

It’s Dan, with a hammer.

In preparation for the coming winter, we have been replacing some of our windows with more energy efficient ones. And by “‘we” I mean Dan.

Because I don’t do that kind of thing. He does.

When we were dating in high school, Dan once drew me a picture of a rabbit. I held on to that drawing for years because it was something he had made with his own hands — for me.

Little did I know that years later, he would go on to build me an entire house. With his own hands — for me.

Some women long for romantic gestures — flowers, candlelight, and long walks on the beach. And I guess those things are okay. But give me a guy who fixes what needs fixing, who takes care of what needs taking care of, who wrestles a toddler into his pajamas and tucks him into bed.

Give me a man who does what needs doing — with his own hands, for me.

I’m not sure where that old drawing of a rabbit is today, but I’m not worried. I don’t need a drawing. I’ve got something longer lasting still.

(cross-posted at Faith & Family Live)