|Good morning, living room. XOXO.|
Our fuzzy couch that can be destroyed time and time again, because we have covering I can wash. Her Girls all over the floor. Her tricycle that lives inside (it gets lots of outside time). Her castle at the right. Her bookshelf to the left, mine to the right (thank you, Claire and Larry).
Notice the details. The art on the left of the that says "Feminist" (thank you, Eliza!). Maybelle's steps that she's moved so that she can access the top of the bookshelf, where I've been putting things that need to be taken away from her. There's an empty laundry basket. There's an empty cereal bowl from the night before on Maybelle's special table (thank you, Lynne!).
I love our living room because it's beautiful with its colors and loads of framed photos of people I love (thank you, Eliza and Trey). I love it because it's a mess and that's how I prefer to be (thank you, Mama). I love it because it feels so welcoming (I've got to invite some people over). It feels safe, comfortable--it feels like us, Maybelle and me.
Don't you think it's significant that some of my friends and family are super-stars who've helped to create our new home?
Hello, new home. Maybelle and I are really happy to be here.