Sophie’s room is slowly coming together. Months ago Andy’s Dad painted her bead board white, three walls a soft pink and perfect stripes on the wall behind her bed (quite different from the grownup, wallpapered nautical theme it used to be, when we moved in). And recently my mom brought over a beautiful, handmade quilt for Sophie’s bed—a birthday present, and something my mom, I know, spent hours and hours on.
And even though it’s not finished, Sophie loves her room. Anytime someone comes over she insists on showing them her room.
We’re so lucky to have the help of our parents.
“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” —Nelson Henderson