He can now say without a doubt he can put on shingles or metal on a roof. And not just any roof- our roof- 4 valleys, 3 peaks, and at an extreme pitch. Day 1 was quite the learning curve. But everyday after that he was quite agile... well at least it looked like it to me. The ease at which he moved convinced me I'd be able to get up there an help. But then I got up there to take these pictures and those thoughts faded quickly. I am so glad he was able to do it. He stuck with it, stayed up there each day, and now it's covered. And I can breathe a sigh of relief.
And we wouldn't have been able to do it with out his parents. I told his dad that one day while we were measuring and cutting tin ( well he did most of that ) that we would not have been able to do this ourselves. He said, that's why you have family. And I thank God for family. Both sets of parents have helped us in their own unique ways.
And I am happy to say the garage is now covered too. D, thank you. Thank you for heading up this home improvement project, for sticking with it. Thank you for coming home after putting in a long day at work and then putting in a long evening of roofing- my mountain climber and metal roofer extraordinaire.
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