The Love Pantry

Philip’s love language is acts of service.  Which means that instead of saying “I love you” with loving caresses or decorating me with jewelry, he expresses love by taking out the trash, washing dishes and driving me wherever I want to go because I hate to drive.  Because of recent events, we found ourselves with an opportunity to get a fresh start with organizing our pantry.  This is what it looked like before.

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Yes, folks, this is supposed to be a food pantry.  Granted, this picture was taken to show the flood damage to that room, but it pretty much looked like that all the time.  Not so wet, of course.  Our new house is identical to the old one, again, not so wet, except that this pantry is actually slightly smaller.  Well, with the contents of the pantry dried off and packed up, we took our happy selves down to Home Depot and bought a very nice shelving system.

My wonderful, loving husband spent the day putting it together.  He’s not really the handy-man type, though he does own several tools and a new tool belt (thanks, Dad!).  So this was no small undertaking, especially since it involved math.  When he was finished, Philip presented me my new pantry.  He was beaming.  This was no ordinary, everyday taking-out-the-trash-folding-laundry-washing-dishes brand of love offerings.  This was a veritable Monument to Love.  A Pantry Taj Mahal.   I danced a little jig when I saw it.  I walked in and out of it, just because I could. Then I loaded it up with formally soggy food stuffs.  Would you like to see it?

All the shelves are adjustable and there are four drawers.  If you walk in and turn to the left, there’s a place for recycling.  We may add a shelf or two later on.  Looks good, doesn’t it? It’s good to be loved.

More Mac and Cheese, please!

 

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