I voted for the guy who saw my husband in his underwear. That’s not weird, is it?
It was March 2013. Winter. A cold and snowy winter.
Our house was being renovated. A community project, all hands on deck, everyone has something to give. We had no living room, no mudroom, no front door. The only entrance to our house was through the door that opens from our bedroom onto our deck. The door that connects our bedroom to the kitchen had to be widened so Aidan could sleep in our room because he had no room. It had been turned into a beautiful accessible bathroom.
Oh, and did I mention that Aidan was undergoing major orthopedic surgery? During the pre-op visit they went over tons of medical information. They gave me time to ask questions. Then they asked if there were any other major events in our life that may effect Aidan’s recovery. I laughed, “You mean like house renovations?”
Garreth and I brought our best selves to surgery day then Garreth returned home to work. Exhausted from a long day at the hospital, Garreth went to bed early.
At around 10 pm there was a knock on the door, our bedroom door. Garreth, disoriented and tired, opened to door to find our local representative. We had contacted him to let him know what was going on in his disctrict. He wanted to get involved but was also working two jobs and this was the only moment he had to stop by and drop off food and drinks for the workers.
Garreth offered to help bring them in and show him the new accessible bathroom.
“But first,” he said, “let me put some pants on.”
And that, folks, is how we campaign in these parts.