I helped to frame up a wall today. I’ve been wanting to do some framing ever since this project was considered feasible. Framing isn’t exactly my area of expertise, and I really don’t have the muscle power to do a whole lot of it, especially when the nail guns weigh about as much as Caleb (baby) and you are supposed to hold them in one hand. But back when Dan and I were seriously discussing building a house, Dan mentioned his love of framing. It was actually a little difficult to get past the framing stage in our blueprints because he would get a bit hung up there. He loved the way things would go up so quickly, but that a certain amount of precision was still required. We were both sure we wanted to hire out the drywalling of such a big project, but Dan definitely wanted to be in on the framing. So, when this house started to come together I very much wanted to be in on the framing. I wanted to put in a nail for Dan.
Today, while helping to frame up a wall for the basement stairs I tried to think of a way to explain why I wanted to help with the framing and all I could think of was, “I want to be able to tell Dan that I framed a wall or two in this house.” I can see him smiling at me as I exhibit my excitement at “learning” a new skill. I think he liked the fact that I wanted to be involved. I just couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that it was going to be a very looooong time before I could tell Dan anything like that and watch him smile at me, and by then it would probably not be anything of interest to either of us.
I just keep looking at this house and saying, Dan SO wanted to be involved in this. We had been trying so hard and the Lord just kept blocking us at every turn. And now that Dan is gone, his dreams are starting to come to fruition. Why couldn’t I do this WITH him?