It kept me from obsessing over the bandage on his back. After we dropped Charlie off at school this morning, Jared needed to make a stop to give someone an estimate on a custom gate and trellis. Even though the cold was seeping through my gloves, it was fun to see Jared in his element. He’d stretch out his tape measure, call out the number, and then reel it in slowly, tapping the hooked end on the ground, while he envisioned his finished product. “Wait a sec, cancel that last measurement.” He yanked the tape back out, measuring past the existing post this time. “I’ll get rid of this one, and move it over another two feet. That’ll give me the room for more ornamentations on the gate.” I waited, pen at the ready. He was talking more to himself than me anyway. Until I met Jared, it never occurred to me custom carpentry and woodworking were so artistic. He had a knack for visualizing the area already completed, and then making that vision a reality.
