Hello there, friend,
Today my husband and I painted our kitchen. I started with the window over the sink. It was yellow just like rest of the room and I sat on the counter, my feet in the sink, brushing the white up into the corners and around the window frame. Before I had finished, my husband remarked that it look a million times better. I told him I had often thought about just painting that window, knowing it would only take a few minutes. Why hadn't I? It now looks bright and clean, and standing at the sink washing dishes, I feel 100% happier.
I'm so grateful for this house and sad that we have to leave. Walking back in my mind through everything that led us here, I know we ended up in the right place. I keep taking that walk, and talking to my husband about it, to remind myself that no matter what amount of uncertainty I feel about where we'll end up, it will be the right place. Our next home will be just as lovely and special as this one, not because it will be perfect, but because it will be ours.
xo,
L
