I am not sure what happened, but I am going with it.
Yesterday, I decided to was done with our orange walls. They served their purpose. They helped me wail and gave me a place to ‘put’ my grief.
Here is the story of the orange walks.
After celebrating my birthday, I knew my pain had turned to peace. So, I picked up a brush and roller this morning and began to pain.
I was able to talk to my boys about the pain I felt when Nana died. I told them that painting this wall orange helped me. I told them I wanted to paint this wall white today because of the peace, love and joy that surrounds us now.
Now back to the wall to no longer wail but to have a whale of a time doing something my mom loved to do.
Thank you God for giving me perseverance to deal with my stuff and to have such a supportive partner.