A couple of little children ripped their coat hooks out this wall in my laundry room.
So what does my man do?
Custom makes this board with twice as many hanging hooks as I had to work with before.
He involves our little hook-yanking tots in the process. They are thrilled helping daddy build.
He downplays the whole process to me so that I am expecting next to nothing.
And I come in Sunday afternoon to see something that looks like it came out of Pottery Barn and cost us an arm 'n a leg. But it didn't. And it's custom.
I feel like I should be someone amazing to be married to him.
But alas, I'm just little ol' me and he's amazing enough to love me, just as I am.
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