Monday, August 23, 2010

Yellow Bathrooms and Such

We live in an old house built cerca 1960 and I don't think its ever been updated. But I'm not complaining. We have a tiny half bath attached to our "master" bedroom and John mark and I can't both fit in there very gracefully. Again, I'm not complaining. Why? Because I have a tiny, yellow tiled bathroom and it is glorious. It is my favorite room in the house. It is always bright and sunny and because only one person can fit in there at a time, it is perfect. Don't get me wrong, I would love a huge master bath with a massive tub and dual vanities and tons of outlets (actually, one would be nice) but no matter where our adventures take us, I will forever paint my bathroom yellow. I will pray for glorious natural light. And I will always love this little yellow bathroom. My mom grew up in this house. I used to rinse my mouth with diluted mouthwash in this bathroom when I would have sleep overs with my grands. When I open closets or find myself buried in little nooks and crannies, I smell them. Sometimes my memories come alive again and I watch my childhood unfolding before me. I can see their Christmas tree, I can see LouLou getting maraschino cherries out of the fridge to drop in our ovaltine, I can feel the sweet arms of my PawPaw wrap around me as I fall into his always welcoming lap. I can point to the place on the floor where I opened up my kitchen aide mixer for my birthday the day after my PawPaw passed away. I can hear him humming and he cooked or got ready for the day. I can taste the mints that he always had in his pocket. I used to watch nickalodeon here (we didn't have cable). No matter what was going on in my life, I always felt welcome here. I was important here. Every kid needs that place. This house has such great memories and although my kids are still young, I pray they have great memories here too. Most of Anna's 'firsts' will be here as well as some of Jacob's. Its good for me to be in this little house right now, with its little yellow bathroom. I'm happy here. Until we move again and then I'll be happy there too.

1 comment:

margaret said...

Bekah, you made me cry!!! Such precious memories!! And a great reminder that Much is not always Best!! Real treasures come in small packages!

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