This is the first Friday I haven’t been buried in the library or filling in for someone else’s class. My thesis writing and Noelle’s edits can wait. Tomorrow or perhaps Sunday.
Today, I had plans. Big plans. Plans to paint Lucy’s upstairs room. But instead, I get a text.
Sofie:
My guy Lou will be at your place at nine-thirty sharp.
That text came at nine twenty-nine, and before I could even respond with, “ Who is Lou? The doorbell rang.
“I’m Sofie’s housewarming gift,” he said, like it was normal to show up with a sprayer, drop cloths, and a bucket of the perfect shade of sage.
Of course, it’s perfect.
He masked the trim with the efficiency of someone who has done this a thousand times and had the entire room sprayed and rolled in under three hours. Smooth, even, clean lines. The trim is fresh and crisp.
The bathroom, he casually informed me, would “pop” with blush.
He’s not wrong, it does.
It’s soft and warm, somehow making the space feel less like a former bachelor’s room and more like a princess’s room.
As Lou packs up, my phone buzzes.
Noelle:
The movers will be there in five minutes.
The movers?
I stared at the text for a full ten seconds before laughing out loud. Apparently, I no longer do things alone.
They arrived exactly five minutes later.
Professional, quick, and efficient.
Lucy’s entire bedroom—bed, dresser, bookshelf, all her stuffed friends— upstairs in under an hour. The room is one and a half times the space she had before, and looks almost empty
Tomorrow, she and I will assemble her reading nook. Floating shelves, cushions, and her books within reach. It will be amazing, not that the other one wasn’t.
But right now, I stand in the center of the room, slowly turning, phone in hand, recording a video. Sage walls, blush bathroom, sunlight through large windows, and send it to the girls.
Me:
She’s going to love it. I can’t thank you all enough for everything you’ve done for us. Please let me know how I can help any of you at any time. Much love.
Sofie:
You both deserve all the happiness lost in the past.
Nalani:
BB WAGS for life.
Noelle:
What is wrong with you?!!
Nalani:
