Let's not talk about this morning. Let's not talk about how I woke up with a tooth hurting. About how my older girl had a piece of glass in her foot. About how it took 58 minutes for me to get it out of her foot. About how that was a stressful way to start the school week. And let's not talk about how my younger boy woke up with the sniffles. And how after getting my older girl to school 27 minutes late we realized we forgot her lunch. Let's not talk about those things. Let's talk instead about my new (old) green door…
I've always hated our original front door. I don't know the correct terminology for it but I think it was your standard hollow-core door. Totally plain. The most exciting thing about it was the peep hole we put in. And it also looked more like an interior apartment door to me, one that would have been better suited with a "3B" or maybe a "4L" on it.
We talked about replacing the door at some point but the new doors we saw in the stores were too fancy for our little abode. They'd be much too out of place here. But, during a rainy walk to school a few weeks ago, I happened to notice an old front door leaning against someone's house. Hmm, I thought to myself. I like that door. A lot. I think that door would look great on our house. I think it is the right size, too. I think that those people don't want that door anymore. Maybe if I ask them nicely they would sell (or maybe even give!) it to me. So I left them a pretty-please letter in their mailbox and the man of the house called later that day and said it was all mine. The nice gentleman even offered to deliver it to us. Michael thought that would be asking too much so instead he walked over there the next morning with a hand truck, and wheeled it back home through the park.
He spent all day trimming it and adjusting the hinges and sanding it and replacing the locks until he got it to fit perfectly. I love it so much. I love it because it is the perfect door for our house and I love that it came from a generous neighbor. I love that it is old. I love that my honey wheeled it through the park for me and spent all day working on it when I know he had other pressing matters. I love that when I look at it, I think of all those things.
