My love and I are no home makeover professionals. Neither of us are proficient in the art of painting walls or replacing faucets or toilet seats (yuck:-(). I would rather pay someone for their services to get my walls just the right color of honey mango tango or replace my floors with bamboo. He would rather just save the money. But somehow we have found ourselves painting our rooms and he even taught himself how to put up blinds and replace faucets and toilet seats (yuck :-(). Our work is not perfect but I would have it no other way. Whenever I look at our imperfect paint jobs I am reminded that we took the time to do it together and in doing so we bonded and created an emotional memory and attachment to something so mundane. By doing it together it becomes a part of our history. It is our own labor of love that we can look at with pride knowing that it's just a small indication that there's nothing we can't accomplish together.