This weekend brings changes. Meteorological spring begins, paving the way for the official start of spring later this month. The Hope Flowers are back again this year and the pollen has provided a blanket for vehicles. These changes prompt me to think about our home. It happens yearly, my husband has learned to dread this annual event.
This year is no exception; standing up from the dishwasher the first wave of creativity hit me. My eyes rested on the hutch and table. The what if’s began. I walked toward the dining room as the ideas began washing over my mind like the waves on the shore. I spotted the bookcase and it may have gasped and began to sob. If it could talk it would proclaim that it liked that wall and didn’t want to move. The plan was forming and I would need to prepare the perfect proposal for my husband as his muscle would be required.
It was shared that evening after supper. He sat quietly listening to the details. Experience had taught him that it would be a waste of energy to attempt changing my mind. Kevin is a man that simply wants a place to eat, watch television and sleep. It is irrelevant if the furniture is shuffled around.
He sat quietly, asking few questions as I lay my idea before him. His body took the familiar defensive position as his mind weighed the options. The recliner moved back and forth. Time stood still for a moment, the dog sought refuge in her kennel and Atticus napped with one eye open. We waited for his response. The rocking stopped and Atticus opened both eyes. Kevin looked at me and said “okay if that’s what you want to do” and picked up the TV remote.
Was this a seasonal change? The ocean of ideas began washing over my mind again. Sensing this, he said “one at a time”. I shared this story with Katie. She replied that her husband doesn’t “know how lucky he is” . I laughed silently because my husband may think that his son-in-law doesn’t know what he is in for either. The realization will hit him slowly. My Daddy may have thought the same thing about Kevin as he knew about the seasonal changes first hand. Change may be the wrong word, perhaps it is a refreshing. Whatever the word, it is happening again much to the dismay of husbands everywhere.