I’ve
got to admit that before Beloved Hubby and I started building our new home, I
was more than a little worried about the endeavor.
We’re
both stubborn folks, and when everyone looks at you and says, “If your marriage
can survive building a house, you’re good for life,” then your nervous meter
begins working overtime.
Who
wants to get a divorce over a house? What if building a house puts a tremendous
strain on your marriage? Is it worth it?
But
I’m here to tell you I am now convinced that’s one of those old sayings people
who’ve never built a house together make up as an excuse as to why they’ve
never built a house together.
BH
and I are the direct opposite of that old adage.
Building
a house together has strengthened our marriage. Like the steep foundation our
house stands upon, our marriage has never been more rock solid.
BH
mentioned as much to me last night.
I
told him I agreed, but I can’t pinpoint why it has strengthened our marriage. I
could only surmise that building this house has given each of us more respect
for each other’s talents.
You
see, in our house-building endeavor, BH is the head contractor, building
extraordinaire and expert on all things construction. I question nothing when
it comes to how that house stands. He’s a very talented builder who always does
things the right way. I worry about nothing. I know he’s building us the best
house possible.
But
because BH is the CEO of our construction project that means he’s not home a
lot. He spends many days and most nights at the construction site. He’s missed
more church services than he’s attended this year, and it’s not unusual for us
to not see his smiling face until 9 o’clock at night.
I
don’t help much at the construction site. I make required decisions, on his
sage advice, but I’m not picking up a single paintbrush or hammer.
Instead,
while he’s CEO of the new house, I’m CEO of the old house. I’m the one fixing
dinner, doing homework, giving baths, making lunches, making 12 trips a night
into town to pick up kids and organizing our very scheduled lives.
And
it’s OK with BH that I’m fulfilling a different role and not lifting a finger to help
at the new house. And it’s equally OK with me he’s not at home right now
because I know he’s building our home.
He
respects the work I do at home, and tells me as much. He’s constantly amazed I work a full-time job, and still manage all I do at home, without his
help. He doesn’t understand how I do it. Truth is, I don’t understand how he
looked at a blueprint and built a house from the ground up just by looking at
those pieces of paper.
And
I think the endeavor has surprised us both beyond measure. He thought, before
construction began, I would be upset because he wasn’t home much. I
figured he’d be more restrictive in the overall design of our house, and we’d
be arguing over siding colors and flooring materials. Truth is, there’s been
none of it.
Instead,
we’re more thankful of our time together. When he arrives home, he quickly
wraps me in his arms and I welcome the break from the insanity – even if it’s
only for a moment.
I
tell him constantly how talented he is, and how much respect I have for him and
all he does for our family. I urge him to take breaks, when I sense he
needs it, and I no longer mind if he spends a few hours on Sunday afternoon
immobile on his recliner.
And
he reciprocates by offering to scrub a toilet when I seem overwhelmed with
housework, or jumps at the chance to give the little boys a bath and wrap them
in cozy pajamas when the opportunity arises.
So
when people ask me when the house will be completed, I just shrug and smile.
Who cares, I think to myself. It has proved so enjoyable I’m in no hurry for
the project to end.
Truth
is, the results are far more valuable than a concrete and lumber building. In
building our house, we’ve constructed a marriage that can withstand the
elements for a lifetime.
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