It's the same fairy house we built in New Jersey when she was 10. The movers destroyed it to a pile of rubble. It was beyond repair and looked as heartbroken as we were . So it sat in a box in the corner of the garage, a corner of our previous life and a constant reminder of what needed to be fixed and restored. As I busied myself with arranging my blankets, pillows, worries, distractions, and... thoughts, about how to continue on with my day and my life,...SHE went downstairs. (Keep in mind, that she NEVER GOES DOWNSTAIRS ALONE!) I came out of the Bedroom, (somewhat sad and defeated myself) walked down the hallway and past the laundry residing in my living room,
ON my way to ask her, YET AGAIN, to please unload the dishwasher! (She has ONE CHORE FOR PETES SAKE!!)
There she was, restoring what WE had made, elevating it and improving on it.
She went beyond the confines of the box from before, and searched NOW for what she needed, in the yard the house and herself.
She Became.
We fought that night, about stupid things, but I will never forget that she has the ability to restore.
ON my way to ask her, YET AGAIN, to please unload the dishwasher! (She has ONE CHORE FOR PETES SAKE!!)
There she was, restoring what WE had made, elevating it and improving on it.
She went beyond the confines of the box from before, and searched NOW for what she needed, in the yard the house and herself.
She Became.
We fought that night, about stupid things, but I will never forget that she has the ability to restore.