The other day I caught his eye as the words to this song filled the kitchen and spilled out the back door to where he was working. And as it hit us, we laughed until it hurt.
Leaky faucet, creaky floor
We don't even own a bathroom door
The sofa set is nothing to be jealous of
We don't have a lot but there's no shortage here for love
All the pennies in the wishing wells
All the diamonds Tiffany's could sell
All the riches put together
All the sunny
Could not make me love you any better
This is my life in a song.
And what was he hard at work on you ask? Why, putting in our bathroom door.
And yesterday it was the shower.
We are slowly making progress around here.
And every time we move, which has been six times in the last two years, my heart skips a beat when I come across this love note he painted on the bottom of this bookshelf he built for me.
Oh how he loves me.