There was a time, when I was pregnant with Emma and in my flurry of insane nesting activities, that I made a promise to my husband. I promised that if he painted the nursery then, we wouldn’t need to repaint Emma’s walls until she was a teenager. We could update the furniture without touching the walls. We could add in different colors with furniture, accessories and artwork.
You know…as long as we found the right wall color. Or actually, the right combination of wall colors. And added crown molding and high trim around the wall. I don’t ask for much.
Honestly, it was a promise that I didn’t know if I could keep. But when you are 30 weeks pregnant and trying to convince your weary husband that he needs to paint, you say what you need to say.
Over three years later, I’m trying hard to keep my promise. It’s taking everything in my power not to grab one of my fan decks and choose brand new paint colors. But, I’m trying to do what I said I was going to do.
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