"Ah, this is the life"

"Mommy, I love my new room," were the words my daughter greeted me with the other night. While I was working, my husband and Faith rearranged her room to accomodate my childhood bedroom furniture. Faith was already sleeping in my old bed, but the dresser, chest, night table and desk were still at my mother's. As we prepare to sell mom's house, we're absorbing some of her things. My bedroom furniture actually came from my father's mother. Faith is now sleeping in her great-grandmother's bedroom set. Seeing Faith's enthusiasm reminded me of my own glee that erupted when my mother rearranged my room while I was at school. It was so exciting to be sleeping in a new environment. My dream day as a child was coming home to a newly-arranged room, fresh chocolate chip cookies and spaghetti sauce melding in soft bubbles on the stove. The other day Faith was so anxious for me to see her room, she went running down the hall as I stopped briefly in the kitchen to drop off my purse. As I got to her room, she was already stretched out on the bed with her arms raised behind her head. "Ah, this is the life," she said. I agree.
- Liz Fabian