The room is already showing signs of resurrection. But as I rolled "fresh" on to the dingy walls, I hit a speed bump. For years as the girls were growing up we would measure and mark their heights on the wall.There are sixteen years of progress documented on the laundry room wall. I paused and smiled as I read each and every entry, memories triggering left, right and centre. What to do???
It's been a good day, with precious moments spent productively, fully and a few steps closer to loving my laundry room.