Who knows why, but I've always wanted a clothes line out back.
Something about clean laundry waving in the breeze--little flags adorning our house, declaring it a home. The clothes on our backs dried in the sun, smelling fresh the way outside smells fresh, not like the false freshness contained in a bottle.
So he made one for me. And laundry just seems intentional and wholesome now, instead of some mindless chore.