The building of bunk beds implies another level of commitment and not just because we do this together on our weekend, and not just because it means our children are sharing bedrooms, and not just because it means the selling of furniture I had bought, and not just because pictures need to be rehung and shelves shifted to accommodate the height; but because in building the beds, for a while the parts spread across the room, displacing everything until I am short of breath, and when that happens he notices, reassures me.
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