Two years ago, my husband and son took on a project together. They built a three-car garage.
It took a little while… that’s for sure! If we (could have afforded to and) hired someone to do the work, the project would have certainly been completed in a few months. But we’d never had a garage before, so obviously there was not burning rush to have it finished. They wanted to do it themselves. So they did. Every nail.
That makes it more than just a garage, albeit a beautiful one. Sure, it shelters the cars, mower, canoe, surf boards, etc., etc. blah, blah, blah. And that’s it intended purpose.
More than that, much more, it represents time spent together – envisioning, planning, building, swearing, solving problems and patting each other on the back. My husband shared his love of building with his son, who in turn, learned some life skills. There were struggles – like the time they built the structure around the (borrowed) scaffolding and opted (after a great deal of deliberation) to cut the scaffolding away rather than attempt to remove the beam they had just spend several hours installing. They are not going to live that one down for a while!
It took for-ever!! to build – turning our driveway into a construction zone for a couple of years. Years! I was beginning to wonder if it would ever be finished. (I may have mentioned that to them…. once or twice.)
It’s finished, now (well, mostly). And I love it! I love it because it means I don’t have to scrape snow and ice off my car anymore in winter (glory hallelujah!) But mostly, I love it because of the accomplishment it is, and the beautiful shared memories it already holds.
This is my entry in Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Construction