“Okay, it’s done.” He says, wiping the back of one hand across his brow.
Leaning on his toes, knees bent low, neck craned high, he surveys this work of heart.
The edge of his shirt and the tip of his fingers are paint smudged – Tiffany blue and chalkboard black. A fine layer of glitter covers his arms.
His eyes are tired, yes. But mostly, they’re soft. ”I hope they like it,” he says.
I plant myself by his side, my favorite way, but before a single love note passes from my lips to his heart, the girls bound in. One set of bare feet following the other, their favorite way.
They pause. And then, they twirl.
Making all of “our,” by which I mean “Jason’s,” work so, so very worth it.
When the girls announced that they were ready to redo their room this summer, our first answer was no.
But they changed our minds with paint samples.
Yes, paint samples.
Because they laid on their tummies side by side, hair grazing each other’s shoulders, feet crossed at the ankles.
Windows open, music playing, paint samples polka dotting the carpet.
And the way that they talked and planned and laughed, whispered together and ready and BigIsn’tSoBad, so we willingly traded in baby pinks for Tiffany blues.
And their room? Is fabulous.
Inspired by their sweet-as-pie friends, the girls saved all of their birthday and gift money and bought their bunk bed themselves.
We sold their twin beds and mattresses and let them use that money for new bedding.
And we bought the dresser for them because ohmygoodness friends, two girls sharing one bedroom need a dresser. Don’t judge.
After all of the selling and buying and building and organizing, came the frosting.
A glitter painted valance.
Chalkboard closet doors.
Glittery circles gracing the windows (and ceiling!) made by my sweet friend, Keely.
And a personalized Signazon wall decal.
This little reminder of the sister-ness of this all warms my heart over everysingletime I see it.
We’ve closed the door on days of Kayli pressed against Chloe’s crib on her tippy-toes, nightgown grazing knees, a retrieved nuk passed between one set of tiny fingers to another.
And that tugs at my Mothering Heart. How could it not?
But we’ve started a new chapter, filled with dance parties and books read by flashlight well past bedtime and whispered secrets told by the light of the moon.
And this new space? Fits just right.
- Alison and I will be giving away a Signazon product of your choice in this month’s Memories Captured! Signazon also offers window decals, yard signs, car magnet signs, and congratulations banners, so mark your calendar for October 15th, and make one of these, yours!
- Buy a book, fight cancer. Find out about Write for the Fight here.
Disclosure: I was given the Signazon sign above for review purposes. All thoughts and opinions are my own.