I have a confession: my house still looks like a model home. Since we took it off the market earlier this summer, I dreaded unpacking the boxes of personal pictures, so they sat in the boxes. And sat. And sat.
I finally unpacked the boxes, but I haven't gone through and re-hung the pictures throughout my house. Part of me wants to trim down the number of photos I display and part of me wants to rethink my decorating strategy altogether. So they are piled up in stacks in my bedroom. It's an eyesore, for sure.
I was thinking the other day about which photos I want to put back out in our home. In our downstairs bathroom, there are two personal pictures. One of them is on a table that I look at every time I do my business. This picture genuinely makes me happy.
I remember the day we had this photo shoot - Kaylin was struggling to warm up to the photographer, but as soon as we started walking around and swinging Ryan with a "1…2…3", everyone lightened up. My favorite part of this picture is an almost-two year old Kaylin putting her arms in the air too, pretending she was the one flying through the air. I just love this picture.
Then there's the one above the toilet on a little shelf. I stuck this up there because I needed to fill the space and I do NOT love it. A friend offered to take pictures of my family while the kids all had chicken pox, so she had to use a million filters to make their skin look normal. The kids didn't feel well, so they weren't cooperating that day, and this was the only decent picture we could capture of the three of them together. I felt obligated to display it, at the time, but that was more than three years ago…why is it still out? It just never occurred to me to take it down, I guess.