Trust. A simple word that we hear and use almost daily. Let's take my family and home for example.
I trust Dan in choosing awesome colors for paint. If curious, we went with the light tan and I was disappointed--at first. But as usual, Dan knows his color and now I love the paint job. I trust Dan in assisting his color blind wife (I do believe that I am the only female on the planet with this disability. But I think it's more the "meshing" of color coordination rather actual blindness.
Love you for venturing in fabric stores with me, babe!) I trust him when he says that wearing shoes while painting the stairwell is harder than wearing them. I trust him when he says he'll paint it too fast to bother with getting a ladder out.
A level of trust has now been extended to our 5 year old son holding a gallon of paint on a banister over the carpeted stairs without tarps.
I had no idea that I was so trusting of Koen and casually took the picture like it was nothing...why the heck didn't I rush over to protect the carpet? Sheesh. There are now
levels and levels and levels of trust.
A level of trust has now been extended to our 5 year old son holding a gallon of paint on a banister over the carpeted stairs without tarps.
2 comments:
Hey! Long time no talk! er... comment...errr...whatever.
Anyway-- I have to tell you I'm hyperventilating just looking at that picture of your little boy with the paint. EEEK! Not to mention your husband doing the death dangle over the stairs! Talk about trust-- you're WAY more trusting than I ever could be!
Where are you guys now anyway?
Tell Dan we never did end up painting the house. We needed new carpet in a baaaaad way instead. Oh well, gray is growing on us.
Oh my gosh, what is Dan doing? Forget the paint can, Dan is insane!
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