My stepfather doesn’t have an affectionate bone in his body. Well, that’s not quite true, but his way of showing it is different than most. I knew the hillbilly hat rack was a hit when I heard him grunt. In that moment it didn’t matter if anyone else on the face of the planet liked the project or agreed with the methods I used to complete it. All the little things I personally hated about it didn’t matter either.
It was complete. He was happy. I was at rest.