A couple of weeks ago I picked out a gorgeous red paint for our front door. For years I’ve wanted a red door. I don’t really know why, it just feels adventurous and exciting.
After years of wanting, months of planning, and weeks of beginning, I thought that paint would sit on our entryway steps forever.
Between the kids, my anxiety, and my husband’s crazy work schedule, I didn’t know when it would get done.
I took my kids to visit my parents for a few days and while he did say he was going to do it, my husband followed through and painted our front door red. He had a few hiccups with sanding, but fixed the mistakes and painted another coat.
By the time I came home he was working on the final coat of paint. Knowing that my heart was set on this door and fixing up our house in general to feel more welcoming, he made sure that door got painted.
While, this may not seem like a big deal to many people, it is to me.
At this point in our marriage with little kids, it’s hard to go out on dates and have a stereotypical romance. Most of the time I don’t want that anyway. I want to be heard, loved, and appreciated.
My husband painted our door red because he hears me, he loves me, and he appreciates me. I don’t need a Prince Charming, I just need someone who’s willing to paint my front door red because it makes me happy.
If you want real romance; marry the man who paints your door red.
