I wrote part of this post over a year and a half ago, but hesitated to share it. This is a post about decorating one of our spare bedrooms. But this post is soooo much more than that. It is personal, too.
I typically avoid talking about this subject with anyone except my husband and close friends or family.
I’m not sure where to begin, so I will start with talking about this room.
When we moved into our little home, this bedroom was every little girl’s envy. A scene of rolling green hills and flowers and butterflies covered the walls. But as a newlywed couple with no children, we immediately wanted to neutralize the space. We painted the room a soft buttery cream.
In the back of my mind, I thought that this would be a perfect color for a nursery some day.
We put my old Ikea futon in the room for any overnight guests. The room slowly received various cast off tables and lamps from other rooms.
I did put up some roman shades that matched the wall color. Pretty, right?
I hesitated to change the furniture or put more energy into decorating the room, since I knew, ‘Someday, this could be a nursery.’
I had hoped that ‘someday’ came already. For the past 2.5+ years, hubs and I having been trying to conceive.
After some time trying, my husband and I went to specialists. We’ve seen various doctors off and on. While we are grateful for what we do have, we always hope that we will be blessed with a child someday. I feel like our faith is being tested and it is hard to be patient.
