He is no stranger to hard work. And because of him, neither am I. As I sit here and listen to the whirl of the chop saw, I feel just a little guilty. Guilty that I stayed in bed for a while longer to read. Guilty that I took the time to sort through the stack of mail at my desk. Guilty that I stopped to eat breakfast. But I also helped the last 3 days, moving gravel, setting stone, sweating, and building muscles. Maybe I have earned an extra hour (or 2).
He is no stranger to hard work. Because of that our walkway is almost done. As I sit here typing up this thought, I wonder if I can time it out just right to walk out as the last brick is laid. And then i remember that we still have all the gravel to move for the patio next. And then those bricks to lay. And then the packing sand to push in-between. And then the pots to plant and place out to make the warm, red brick paver stones feel even more welcoming.
He is no stranger to hard work. And neither am I. The whirl of the saw is calling me to go out and help before he feels he has done it all.