I'm feeling better today.
Don't ask me how or why, but I'm one of those people whose state of mind is directly affected by my environment. I can literally feel a weight lifted from my shoulders when I'm in a well lit, tastefully decorated room. Something inside me smiles when there are pictures on the walls, clutter contained in baskets, and furniture that is pretty and clean. It makes me high maintenance in a way. I'm well aware that this bothersome quirk of mine is part of the reason we're living in a gorgeous, 3 bedroom 2 bath apartment, paying relatively outrageous rent. We could be saving a lot of money if we lived somewhere a little older. A little less nice. I'm thankful to my husband, though, who understands me and found us a lovely place that, slowly but surely, has become my pride and joy.
My favorite room is the nursery. It feels like a safe place, and has from the moment I put my blue recliner in there. This chair has been through a lot. I bought it when I left my family's home. It was my "comfy" piece in the dorm room. Other kids went for the chic or hip, with half moon chairs or bean bags, but I knew I would want something a little more homey. I was right. My sweet roommate would sit in the chair and read Bible studies to me at night. Our guy friends would crash there in lieu of the floor. In every apartment since that dorm room, my comfortable little blue chair has provided a welcoming spot for myself and my guests. It's incredible to me that now this nostalgic piece of furniture is the rocker in my own baby's nursery.
Lincoln and I spend a few hours in his room every morning. And I feed him to sleep there every night. Here are some of the pictures we've taken in this lovely haven:
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