I’ve never been an outdoors person. I’ve never even like the word picnic unless it was from hearing Yogi Bear pronouncing picinic basket. My idea of ruffing it is continental breakfast at a 5 star hotel. So I’m wondering what made my husband think I wanted a patio built in the back of my new home. I never went out on the deck of my old house or the porch of our first home. What could have possibly been the clue?
Could it have been my love to take naps in the sunshine of a window? Or maybe sending my grandchildren outside to play? Maybe it was my disdain of being in the grass at anytime or not being able to see bugs or anything else lurking in it. Maybe.
Now, even though it may sound like it, I am not complaining. How else could I have come up with such a gorgeous view without him building this patio. So as I lay on the couch about to take my sunshine nap I just started wondering. How did I get to be so lucky? For Mother’s Day my sensitive husband built himself a patio but gave me a room with a view! It’s all in how you look at things I guess.
Thanks honey, love you too.. Just wondering.