From the day we moved in, nineteen years ago, I detested our lamppost. I was glad we had one (not all the houses on the street do), but it was in the style once known as "colonial" and I don't have a picture of it.
July was the month of the new lamppost. Himself wasn't content with just replacing the old one. He tore it out. He ran the line to a new location. He installed the new one. He learned a new skill -- masonry -- and built this wonderful wall and installed the house numbers he'd purchased in anticipation.
Now, when you come to visit, you'll know what to look for.
And we'll leave the light on for you.