Neopolitan Ice Cream

It's very strange creating a room for someone that you have never met. This weekend, we did just that. Our dear friend Josh who installed the wood floors a few months back made a return visit to paint, hang up chair rail and give me advice on her soon to be closet.

It turned out beautifully. Just as I had imagined. Pink, pink and pink!! (with stripes)

Her room reminds me of Neapolitan ice cream. A flavor that was always present at my house growing up, especially during birthdays. Another reminder of my childhood.

It saddens me Mom and Dad will never see this room. This is the kind of stuff that my parents would get pretty excited about. I would have had them come down in a few weekends to check it out. Dad would probably hang any shelving needed or art work up and Mom would help me start to wash and hang some of her clothes that we have gotten already.

I know they would be proud of the adults Ted and I have become--independent. They would feel at ease. A job well done of parenting. A sense of accomplishment. I must have done something right kind of feeling . Their work was apparently done and they have made me a strong individual that makes good choices (most of the time). And they have prepared me for parenting. I look forward to applying their parenting to my own style. Sure, I will do some different things but what I am most excited to pass on is the strong value for people, family and friends, love for being together and the love for having fun and going on adventures. If you instill the importance of family and friends early on, it will truly last a lifetime. I know it sure worked for me.