i have a problem when it comes to finishing house projects. i can get very close to the finish line, but my perfectionistic tendencies often trip me up and keep me from completing the final touches on a room, for fear of not picking the most perfect thing. that's a long way of saying that while jack's room was mostly done, i never quite got around to finishing the wall decor. i had some ideas here and there, but nothing was jumping out as the perfect thing.
when we were going through ivf with archie one of the verses that i kept coming back to was lamentations 3:21:
"yet i still dare to hope when i remember this; the faithful love of the Lord never ends! his mercies never cease. great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. i say to myself, 'the Lord is my inheritance; therefore, i will hope in him!'"
i knew i wanted that reminder somewhere and finally had the idea to paint a mural on one of the nursery walls. i enlisted lindsey to help take my inspiration photos and turn them into a design and i loved what it became.
not long after i finished the mural jack suddenly became quite interested in coloring, which hadn't had much of an appeal up to that point. he often spent part of his rest time happily coloring pages in his coloring book, and typically when rest time was over he would come downstairs on his own. one evening i walked into his room to tuck him at bedtime in and was greeted by a crayon mural all over his door. i was so shocked that my only reaction was to gasp and cover my mouth, at which point jack immediately started sobbing and repeating "i'm sorry! i'm just so sorry!" over and over. after he calmed down a bit he managed to get out that he was so, so sorry, but he was just trying to make his room beautiful.
when i pointed out a couple marks that were unusually high on the door he confidently explained that he had pulled the snuggling pillow [aka bean bag] over so he could reach up higher. he was so genuine and lovable in that moment i couldn't even be mad.
