Generally speaking, in our marriage, I am the dreamer and my husband is the make-it-happener. How lucky am I, right?
Our first two houses were both over 100 years old and I had a vision for them. Daniel was hesitant, but once he made up his mind, he made it all happen. For example: our old mantel. I found a picture of something that I thought would work, and Daniel made the mantel. The whole thing.
Another example, our dearly departed (as in sold it) Land Rover. I really, really, really wanted a Discovery and I thought it would be genius to buy an old one and do a DIESEL ENGINE CONVERSION. That way I could drive the car of my dreams and get 24 mpg instead of 12. Who made that ridiculous dream happen? Why, Daniel of course.
My latest escapade is the bathtub for the ages, aka the trough tub. All I did was say that I really wanted that trough tub to be my sanctuary tub in our Dabney House of Dreams. That was Friday. Since then, Daniel scooped gallons of muck (let's be real, there was probably some doo-doo in there) out of the tub with a bucket, arranged to have the tub moved by our friend Tom, drove it to a carwash to power wash it, scraped years of muck off it, and is almost ready to REFINISH THE INSIDE. Ya'll. My husband.
Happy 8 years to my one and only. Thank you for making my dreams come true. Let's keep on having adventures.
