I moved into an apartment last June (7 months ago) after having lived with other people for about 5 years. Because I work 6 days a week, I have not had the time or inclination to really unpack and sort through things. When I have had time, I have been either too tired or simply overwhelmed ( I have a lot of stuff).
Saturday night I arrived home to find my friends Jamie and Amy (and Amy’s boyfriend, Randy) sitting in an entirely clean, unpacked, decorated apartment. I was in complete shock. I still am. They had bought bookshelves and pulled my books out of boxes (I have a lot of books). They pulled out some of my African cloth and used it to decorate beautifully. They even found an extra picture frame and hung my 8 x 10 of my nephews that I have had since June. Now I get to look at them every day!
For someone whose love language is neither gifts nor acts of service, my love tank is full and overflowing. I feel so undeserving of such an expression of love, but oh do I feel loved. I have been given the gift of a new place, a home…a Sanctuary…a place I look forward to coming home to.
Wow! That looks great! I love the painting of your mom hanging over the tv. = )
I love it, Michelle!!! What a thoughtful and sacrificial gift! You have special friends indeed, and I’m glad you got to enjoy their love in this way.