Today was another exciting chapter in the story of our little house on wheels. From the moment I opened my eyes, my husband already had his mind set on what we were going to do. He told me we’d continue with the construction, and without much thought, I put on my favorite black shorts. Whenever he sees me wearing them, he tells me I look like his personal cheerleader. It makes me feel special, as if every step I take gives him the strength to keep going.
The weather was cloudy but pleasant. It wasn’t hot or cold, just that little breeze that wakes you up and makes you want to move. I felt ready for anything. I started the day moving things from the road, including the gas can (how heavy it was!), and also some tools and other objects that were lying around.
While I was organizing, I also cleaned parts of the truck, sweeping, lifting things, and, of course, helping with the painting. It wasn’t long before I had paint on my knees, legs, and even my shirt. I laughed to myself when I saw how dirty I was. I like getting dirty when I’m working on something worthwhile.
Since my clothes were already all painted, I got creative and improvised an apron out of a plastic bag. I tied it carefully and continued helping. I felt like a good helper, combining effort with laughter. I climbed up, down, stretched, and sometimes ran around like an excited little girl playing, helping my daddy build our little house…..
But then I took off the plastic bag because I felt very hot.
At various times, I bent down to reach things, crawled under the trailer, and even climbed up the steps of Daddy wooden ladder. I felt completely in my element. There was paint, tools, wind, my husband working intently… and there I was, being a part of it all. I wasn’t just a window dressing assistant. I was truly being a part of the work.
And even though we didn’t talk much, I could tell he was watching me. Sometimes with that serious, “thank you for being here” look, and other times with that half-smile of his that speaks volumes to me without words. .
By the end of the day, I had dried paint on my legs, slightly tangled hair, and stained clothes… but a full smile. I felt so useful. I love being with him these days. I love knowing he’s not just building a house… we’re building our place in the world together.
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