This past weekend, I had the honor of painting my daughter's room as she continues to grow and develop into a beautiful little girl. Most of the painting is done; with the exception of touch up spots and the top of the walls near the ceiling. With each stroke and hour gone by, I had all sorts of wonderful thoughts about the upcoming memories my family (especially Pinky) will make in this room. I thought about the first time I would come and visit her in the crib. I thought about her first crawl across the floor to me as I sit on the floor preparing to read her a book. I thought about her becoming a little lady that I have to constantly ask to put her toys away to ensure a neat and tidy room. I thought about her first sleepover with friends. I also thought about the teenager she would become; staying locked up in her room and talking on the phone to her friends about the latest gossip at school. With each stroke, I realized that this room has sooo much more ahead. I love it. I'm honored to get this room prepared for some of the most wonderful and memorable memories that it will provide my family for years to come.
