Amazing!!!!

Within ten hours of my post about the wonderful artwork that my walls have been accumulating, my door bell rang.

i was expecting a visit from a friend who had said she wanted to bring me breakfast, what I wasn’t expecting was the entourage that she arrived with! I opened my door to find her, her husband and five other friends (one of whom is eight months pregnant) on my door step bearing pain, painting supplies, doughnuts and orange juice!  I was so shocked and then remembered that I was still in pj’s and not wearing a bra….

After stuttering in amazement I excused myself, got properly dressed and came down to find that they had already begun painting in one room.

We are not talking about just a make-do job either.  They moved all my furniture and stuff to the middle, taped the windows, walls and ceilings, removed plug outlet covers, laid painting cloths and got the job done professionally.

All I could do was sit and nurse Kaden and mutter my astonishment.  See, I am used to people bringing meals when I have a baby and gifts, or bringing meals when we are sick, dropping off cute little things anonymously (ding, dong, ditching)  and things like that.  But when is the last time you heard of someone showing up un-announced and un-requested to fulfill a job you have been wanting to do for ages but haven’t?

Reminded me of a time when communities really pitched in and helped one another. Not that I have really experienced that kind of thing in regards to my home but I have read the “Little House On The Prairie” series….

Within two hours my entire bottom floor, front room, living room, hall, stairs and kitchen were painted and they left just as quickly as they came.

How lucky I am to have a friend who sees the desire of my heart and feels called upon to show her love for me in this manner.  How lucky I am that people still believe in service without recognition and in giving up a Sat morning for it.

I ADORE my new walls. I never thought of how much they were truly aggravating me, having to look at the coloring and finger print smudges day in and day out.  Always having to apologize and make excuses for it when people visited my home.  I know it didn’t truly matter in the scheme of things, but it was embarrassing to imagine them thinking about how I couldn’t control my children enough to keep them from dirtying up every surface they come into contact with.

I hope you guys know how very thankful I am for you and for the many things you do, not only for me but for a lot of people.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to go sit and drool over the beauty of my un-smudged white wall.