This is my space
My very own. When we bought our house, the owner used this outbuilding (the original kitchen) as an office. Our children were not quite one, two and four years old when we moved and so, it became a catchall. Filled with toys and strollers, a stray easel, an old doll carriage, too big plastic tinker toys, a hodgepodge of yard tools. Today was used for painting: a swing, a bench, a table and some chairs. Tonight, I slipped outside and looked at my newly hung lights. I’ve always wanted lights like this and they make me long for spring. The building’s inside is freshly painted, a wonderful surprise by my friend, Carlos. He owns an awesome business, Carrera Painting, and has always been supportive of my blog. I left a mess and came home to a masterpiece. I hope he knows how inspiring my view is tonight. Thank you, Carlos.
As soon as I scavenge a desk, the real writing shall begin and your name will be among those of whom I acknowledge for propelling my journey.