I am going to admit something. One of the many things that I love about J is the fact that he is so handy. I don't think that I could have married someone who couldn't do things like fix a faucet, hang drywall, or put some under-cabinets lights in my not-so-new kitchen.
Don't get me wrong. I am not some helpless female. My father made sure of that. I learned how to mow the lawn, how to hammer a nail without smashing my thumb, how to help hold the 2 x 4s that are being cut with a circular saw and still sort-of protect my ears.
I have been taught to appreciate the sheer beauty of a cordless drill (Makita was the early love, but nowadays it's all DeWalt yellow.)
I learned how to check the air pressure in my tires, how to check and add oil, how to drive a stick shift. In fact, I even knew how to find the fuse box and change the fuses on my 1984 Fiero. That came in handy the day a fuse blew and my windshield wipers quit working. I just pulled over to the side of the road, wiggled down under the dashboard (not a lot of room in those Fieros!) changed the fuse and I was on my way. Well, after a triumphant little dance, I was on my way.
It was important to my dad that my sister and I be self-sufficient. As we grew up, my dad did all of the repair projects around the house, teaching us a little here and there. As I got to know J better, and learned that he had many of the skills that were valued in my family, I loved him all the more. He has done the vast majority of the improvement work on our house, with help from my dad and his dad. When something goes wrong, I know he can fix it. And as much as I hate to sound like a wimpy woman, I love knowing that I will be taken care of. I am spoiled by him and his handiness.