Red door on Narraganset street.
When we were first looking to buy this house, I remember walking into my to-be bedroom. With big eyes I looked around & imagined where I would put my dolls, I was a mom to dozens of stuffed animals & cared for each baby doll. This home had to be the one, for them. I walked into my HUGE closet and there were old telephones, the ones you have to spin to dial. I negotiated with the realtor that the house was mine "IF" I could have the red fancy telephones. Despite my best efforts, I lost the deal. I remember distantly, hearing muffled conversations of my mom & dad taking to the realtor saying stuff like "this could be the one, this could work." Walking out the door of the White House on Narraganset , my three year-old little heart knew that this place was going to be special. There I was Two years older, Running out the door, wearing ...

This is amazing and its all so true we do need to learn to love ourselves and all the flaws we have cause thats what makes us unique. I love this its so beautiful ♡
ReplyDeletevery nicely put !
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