My husband, Steve, painted our glider swing. I'm embarrassed to confess that I have wanted to do this for a few years. Yes, years. The last time I painted it, from a pale yellow to a dark brown to match the foundation, it took hours and hours. I used a brush. The slats, movable parts, and bars made it tedious. So, I kept putting it off. But every time I walked past the glider swing, which was at least twice day walking our dog, Gina, took a little tiny piece of my energy. I had definitely chosen the wrong color brown. Our gravel road showed the dust. Spiders nested there. The whole area was an eyesore. So instead of the peaceful repose I intended, the glider swing was exactly the opposite. How happy, actually joyful I was when Steve rinsed off the dust, dirt, and spiderwebs. He found a beige outdoor paint in the basement cupboard and a used a spray paint contraption he had purchased years ago at a garage sale. It took him one hour and a lot less hassle and frustration. Every day, when I walk by, I breathe, smile to myself, and thank God for small blessings, this newly painted swing, and big blessings, my husband of 30 years. What small changes have you made?
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