Our house was built in 1995 and it looks it. We have started making some small changes to it. Well last year was kind of big with carpet and flooring for the lower level. Since then we have changed out doorknobs, changed some lighting fixtures, and faucets. Our lovely white doors in some rooms have really gotten beat up...from us and the previous owners. There are only so many times you can wipe finger prints off the door before you start taking off the paint. My plan was to only do 2 doors...the door from our garage to mud room and the front door. Well...then it looked kind of silly since there are 4 doors in this little area...the white and new color Brown Fox by Sherwin Williams just didn't look right. So the project increased by 2 doors. By the 3rd door someone wanted to help. So I let her. I gave Olivia a paint brush and showed her what to do. Yes she got paint on the molding...and the wall, but the moment was priceless. We chatted about little things as we dipped our brushes and of course had some giggles. She was so proud of her work. When she was done (her job was the bottom of the door) she went upstairs to play. Little did I know she was in the office.... here is what she was doing...
She drew a picture of us painting the door. My heart skipped a beat. That moment of painting was to me, just painting. Now our door tells a story. She will always say...I helped you paint that door, or remember that time I helped you paint the door.
As I have been painting the doors I thought about what those doors have seen in the 20 + years of being there. Those doors hold so many memories of our house. They open and they close, they let people in and out, some lock and some never lock, and sometimes you just need to knock on them to open an opportunity.
Here is one of the doors, I just need to finish the moldings! So much better than white!
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