Playing House with My Future Husband

Yes, we did. We played house. We built our first home out of cardboard on the most beautiful day of the year so far, last Saturday. We used boxes P had kept from installing his new kitchen cabinets last fall. (Yes! he kept them all that long time just for me.) I had told him how much I loved boxes as a kid and had suggested we keep them and build a house out of them.

P called me up on Saturday morning and ask me to help him move some things out of his basement. I had no idea he meant the boxes he had saved all winter for me. We moved them right out onto the lawn, bought a couple of rolls of duct tape and went to work. It took all day, and it was worth it.

 We ended up inviting some of P's nieces and nephews over to play in the house and color on it - it was just too fun not to share!

One of the things I love so much about my man was that he had fun doing this too. If he had just done it for me and not enjoyed it, our house would have only had one room in it, but it didn't. It had a 2-story vaulted ceiling room, three little connecting rooms, lots of windows, and I added the molding flourishes along the roof. I also love that he wasn't embarrassed at all to be making and playing in a cardboard house with me, right in his neighborhood where all the neighbors would, and did see us. Love this man.