Just in case you're wondering, my husband is NOT obsessive compulsive. Really, he's not. He's only shop-vac-ing up spilled potting soil. That's totally normal.
Sunday was supposed to be a respite from travels and parties and life in general. It turned into a gate-making, rail installing, concrete pouring afternoon...with another 2 year old party sprinkled in.
LOML always amazes me. Sunday was no exception. We're dragging from our busy-ness and he rebounds with house projects. I think it actually relaxed him. And let's be honest, it makes me fall in love with him all over again when he pours himself out for the betterment of our family, our home, our life. Gosh I love that man!
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Um, and I thought Dad was OCD. I thought I was OCD. Wow.
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