Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Set in Cement

My Husband, the accountant, really would have preferred that all of the new sidewalks' surfaces be smooth and perfect. We've lived with the old cracked ones for so long that these pristine slabs must have fed his orderly soul.

Husband's sentimental wife, though, couldn't let the moment pass. The someday-owners of the House on the Corner will need to know that the family that lived here when these sidewalks were new had  loved this creaky, never-quite-finished, always-needing-something-done space.

So Husband held my skirt back, keeping it from blowing into the wet cement as I knelt by the new walkway and used a screwdriver to scratch our initials into a tiny corner by the porch step. Then I carefully drew a heart above the letters.

He'd rather have had a smooth sidewalk but he loved his family enough to let me set that moment in cement, and that's one of the many reasons I heart him.


  1. What a sweet hubby. And I love that you had to etch something into the cement.

  2. Ginny, I polled the Boys and they would have been with Husband on this one. Maybe it's a girl thing? :)