Lest We Forget

Hi sweet friends!!

I do so appreciate the advice and help with the headboard in the last post.

It was unanimoose!

The scrolly headboard WON!

Can you believe I found that on the side of the road!?!?!

It was outside an apartment complex, on the lawn,

between the parking lot and the road I was driving on,

when I first spied it.

Of course, as usual, my daughters were with me and they rolled their eyes

because they KNEW what was about to happen.

U-TURN!

I have already listed the oak headboard on Craigslist!

And, I have already purchased the spray paint, Heirloom White.

Today seems like a good day to sniff some paint fumes!

I have got a lot of work to do in that room!

My younger daughter loves to paint as much as I do,

so I am going to pay her, hourly, to paint walls, trim, etc, with me.

What do you think a fair amount per hour would be to pay a 16 year old?

Scratching my head.

(THE MOTHER. For the Royal Path of Life ~The Graphics Fairy)

Here's another topic, entirely:

I was thumbing through the Journal that I have had for years, and read something
that I wrote in it many years ago, when I was a younger wife and mother.

Thought you might like it.

LEST WE FORGET

She came tonight as I sat alone, the girl I used to be

and she gazed at me with her earnest eye

and questioned reproachfully:

"Have you forgotten the many plans and hopes I had for you?

The great career, the splendid fame, all the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height with all its gardens rare?

The silken robes that I dreamed for you and the jewels in your hair?"

As she spoke I was very sad

for I wanted her pleased with me,

this slender girl from the shadowy past,

the girl that I used to be.

So, gently rising, I took her hand

and guided her up the stair.

Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay,

innocent, sweet and fair.

I told her that these are my only gems

and precious they are to me.

That silken robe is my motherhood of costly simplicity.

My mansion of stately height is love,

and the only career I know is serving each day in these sheltered walls

for the dear ones who come and go.

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, she smiled through her tears at me.

And I saw the woman that I am now

pleased the girl that I used to be.

~Author Unknown

(The Graphics Fairy)

P.S. My kitchen WILL BE DONE 
FINALLY!
(Wait till you hear what happened in there!)
and posted TOMORROW!!