I think so much of who we become is shaped by our families. Growing up I was really proud of my family, and I always appreciated how my parents lived their lives. My parents were, and still are, the most generous people I know. Over the years they have opened their home and their hearts to friends and strangers alike. They have shared meals and offered a place to sleep, for guests visiting from out of town and to people who needed something a little more long term. And they taught me that there was always something to gain from sharing your life with people even if there was a sacrifice involved like time, money or privacy.
They also taught me about faith, and they taught me that change was good and not something to be feared. Thanks to the Air Force, and a childhood of moving to new places, I learned—with the help of my parents—to let go, embrace change and enjoy the passage of time. Now, as an adult, I love that I live in a city with changing seasons, and I love that my boys are changing and growing every day.
Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending on how you look at it), my comfort with change can sometimes cause me to get restless and long for something new. So recently, after nearly two years of living in our home, we decided to paint the walls. When we moved in, the walls were a generic off-white. They were unoffensive, so we took our time decorating and deciding if or when we would paint. But now felt like the right time. So we hired some painters and in one weekend they were in and out, and the house was transformed. Totally transformed. It has made such a difference in the spirit of our home that part of me regrets that we didn’t do it sooner. But then I think that maybe I appreciate the change because I lived without it for so long. I love where we are now, because I know where we came from. It really is amazing what a small change, or a fresh coat of paint, can do to your perspective.