I am currently sitting in our partly constructed den looking at the snow flurries outside and wondering about the difference a year can make. Heck, the difference a week can make.
Last week, if it were 24 degrees outside like it is right now, this room would have been 26 degrees. We had open ‘air vents’ in the walls to the outside. We had mice doorways, mud wasp apartments and a billion ladybugs trying to nest inside. Just a few minutes in the room would have turned your fingers and noses blue.
Today, with insulation on the walls and sheetrock on part of them, even without the heat blowing it’s downright cozy in here. And without the deck outside, it’s like I’m sitting in a tree fort, the snow whipping and whirling past my window.
That phrase, “It gets better.” is the slogan, the mantra, if you will, in the project to prevent suicides in the LGBT community but it' one I forget applies to everything. Even long term construction on a house Husband sold to me as, “needs just a little work...” and this cold that smacked me down two days ago. The bumps and dips in a marriage, in a year, in a day even, get better with time.
That’s it for my deep thought on this, Christmas Eve 2013. It gets better.
And it is one I will repeat tomorrow when, after presents, we don our gay DIY work apparel and put up more sheetrock. It gets better. And when we do the same on my birthday and the day after that, and the day after that... It gets better. And when Husband is snipping at me to hold something tight and I am snipping back, I'll remember, it gets better.
And I will make sure to take a moment and look at the before picture and the after progress and breathe. I will remember to breathe.
But for now, I’m going to sit in my chair in the current construction zone, drink my cup of tea and watch the snow swirling about in the sunshine. It makes everything better.
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