The Magic of a Storm DoorCody
Who knew that a storm door could create magic, but that’s what our new storm door did. It created magic.
Casey has wanted a storm door installed at our house pretty much from the first day we set foot in our house in Indiana. She loves the sun and nothing seems to bring in more sun than a storm door. She wanted a storm door that was made of glass from top to bottom so that she could take in all of the sunlight and sights of nature as much as she possibly could. It also helps that the front of our house faces west so in the evening the sun shines right into our front windows and would shine right through our storm door if we had one.
We’ve now lived in this house for more than three years and at no point did I seriously consider getting a storm door. While I love seeing the sunlight and hearing the sounds from outside, I hate 90 percent of Indiana’s weather. It’s either way too hot and humid to even think about going outside to do anything besides mowing the lawn, or it’s way too cold to even think about going outside to do anything besides shovel the driveway. There’s very little in between.
The last thing I wanted on the front of my house was a giant 8-foot-tall window that magnifies the sun rays that shines through the door causing the temperature in our house to rise to sauna-like temperatures. Nor did I want all the cold that would sneak through a slim storm door and cool our house to the point where I’m paying a humongous heating bill each month. And since we really only have about thee weeks a year where a storm door would actually work with Indiana’s weather, I never made the effort to fulfill Casey’s dream.
This last Christmas I finally buckled. The only thing Casey asked me for was a storm door. We headed to Home Depot one day in the winter and Casey picked out her favorite storm door, and it was finally installed last week.
The storm door is glass from top to bottom just as she wanted, and it has a nifty little latch at the top so that the top half of the glass can be lowered down to the bottom half of the storm door. As the glass is lowered down screening is unrolled and pulled down to cover the place where the glass used to be.
When the storm door was finally installed, and I was coming coming home from work for the first time since its installation, I pulled up to the driveway and I looked at the storm door and realized the door behind it was wide open. The next thing I saw was a little girl about two feet tall run up to the door and gaze out the glass. She watched my car as I pulled up into the driveway and put it in park. She started doing the potty dance a bit as she rocked back and forth in anticipation, wondering who had just arrived at the house. Then she noticed me sitting behind the steering wheel of my car and that girl got the biggest grin I have ever seen.
Vivi started jumping up and down and running in place while swinging her arms in excitement. I could tell she was saying something like, “my dad-d-d —eee, my dad-d-d-eee.” Then I saw another girl appear through the glass. She was about four-and-a-half feet tall with curly blond hair and she had the biggest blue eyes. She recognized my car and she began jumping up and down too.
There I was coming home from a long day of work, and I had the blessing to be welcomed home by two over-the-top excited girls who I love more than anything else in the world. The first thought that came into my mind as I got out of the car and started walking towards the house was, why didn’t we get a storm door three years ago?
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