This evening, over far too many minutes, I installed a ceiling fan in Evie’s room.  I had to install a support rod with complementary electrical box first.  Insulation fell all over me – I itched then, I’m itching now.  I somehow missed one of the steps in the installation and had to back track to fix the missed step.  Screws fell from the fan as I was trying to put them in.  All sorts of frustrations.

It was all better though when Evie looked up at the spinning blades with Jessica by her side and said proudly, “That’s my best fan.”  She was so pleased to have a fan in her room that I could only enjoy the smile and the pleasure that my work, irritated as I had become, had brought about.  She loves that it spins and I love that she loves it.

Tomorrow night I get to install Abby’s, but I’ll be applying the lessons learned, so hopefully it’ll be less messy, and less irritating.  It’ll be my best fan for one of my best girls.