Building a Wall
Flashback to my 8th grade confirmation group in the basement of our mentor’s home, munching on salty snacks and whispering with Stephanie about boys. Above the couch where we sat, there is a collection of family photos that spans the entire wall. In my grandmother’s kitchen, looking down on the little round table, rows of ledges are filled with family portraits. The changing of pictures over time has always made for interesting conversation and catching up.
I’ve dreamt of having my own photo wall, filled with memories and people that warm our hearts. Thanks to after-Christmas sales, I finally took the initiative. It’s been a task, to say the least, requesting, stealing and copying images. We still have filler pictures in a few spots. (Ahem, family members who are procrastinating… I will steal pictures if I need to). It’s been fun, however, merging our happy memories into one, great collage.
Leaving every morning, I see the faces of people who have shaped our lives and made us the people we are today. Perfectly imperfect and definitely unique, these are the faces that mean nothing to a random guest in our home, but mean the world to us. As I build our wall, I am thankful of the memories we have- be it memories from within those frames, lost in my vivid thoughts, or in the images I am still trying to get from you. This has become the most rewarding house project to date, my patchwork story of us.
*Filed under Home Life*
