The Yellow Wall

Six years ago, we moved into our home.

Sugar was 3. Tiara was almost a year, and Tink was still a bun in the oven.

Including the master, we have 4 bedrooms, and had already decided that one of them would be a playroom.  This plan left two rooms, which meant two of our three girls would share a bedroom...at least until until the time came to eliminate the playroom so everyone could have their own space.

We wanted the playroom to be bright and cheerful.  A place for children to imagine and explore with a plethora of books, a variety of dress up, and plenty of other stuff to keep little minds busy.  Polk-a-dots covered three walls, and the fourth was painted a solid yellow.

The Yellow Wall.

But it wouldn't remain that way...on purpose.

I mean, it wasn't our intention to have a clean yellow wall in the play room.  Soon handprint outlines and crayon art began to take shape.  Friends would come over and sign their names, draw a picture, or write a message to the girls.

The Yellow Wall slowly became a masterpiece.

Over the years, we've transitioned between cribs, toddler beds, and bunk beds.  Toys have come and gone, and the Yellow Wall has seen it all.

The day has come.

Before week's end, the Yellow Wall and its polk-a-dotted companions will be gone.

It's bittersweet.

(But mostly sweet!)