The minute I got home I went straight to work. I had been able to
convince Jamie to stay in the hospital for a few more days, and in that
time I wanted to be sure that everything was perfect. At least as perfect
as it could be.
So the first thing I did was call Hegbert, Dean, and even Belinda. I called anyone and everyone I could think of. The second thing I did was take out a loan on the bank, as much as I could afford. After that, and after everyone told me that they'd be happy to help for free, I set to work on the house. I was determined to have the house looking like a palace for Jamie and the twins.
"Oh Landon..."
It was hard to contain my smile as I saw Jamie look wide-eyed at the house that was no longer the house she knew. I had everyone help me with everything and I was so grateful. My mom and a few of the woman from the church had worked out front and now had an incredible garden filled with all of Jamie's flowers: roses, tulips, baby's breath, daisies and bluebells. Eric had installed a porch swing as well as two smaller swings for the babies- when they came. And out back- out back Eric and I had worked a small miracle. Out in back we had built a gazebo on the little bit of land before it all turned in to beach. We had installed a play set and a tire swing from the one tree we had in our back yard. And, one of my favorite touches...we had built a stone walkway from our back door to the gazebo, made with stepping stones made by each person who helped with the house and each one of her friends. It was very, very cool. Dean's was filled with little sports figures and cowboy hat...Eric's was just a random assortment of little things he had collected over the years. Belinda's was filled with semi-precious stones and Hegbert's was covered in crosses. And mine...mine was filled of things the reminded me of Jamie and I- sunsets, clouds, tears, and small toy babies.
Inside was where Belinda had done her thing. Upstairs in the empty room, the room that had been decorated for babies already, Belinda worked her magic. The room that was once bright red and yellow was now a soft blue color. Belinda had gone with a Noah's Ark theme, and had picked a truly adorable wall boarder to go with it. Not to mention that she had gotten her dad, who runs a small furniture store, to sell us two changing tables, two cribs, and two rocking chairs for a really low price. It was all ready to go, all ready for babies.
Jamie was so happy...and it made my heart feel so good. And when, after taking a tour of the outside and gushing over every tiny detail, I was finally able to show her the new room. The minute she stepped in, and saw all of the new furniture, the new paint job, and all of her old toys that her dad had given me to put in the room, she started to cry. All she could do was look at me, smiling.
"I made my decision."
And I had. I had made my decision.
So the first thing I did was call Hegbert, Dean, and even Belinda. I called anyone and everyone I could think of. The second thing I did was take out a loan on the bank, as much as I could afford. After that, and after everyone told me that they'd be happy to help for free, I set to work on the house. I was determined to have the house looking like a palace for Jamie and the twins.
"Oh Landon..."
It was hard to contain my smile as I saw Jamie look wide-eyed at the house that was no longer the house she knew. I had everyone help me with everything and I was so grateful. My mom and a few of the woman from the church had worked out front and now had an incredible garden filled with all of Jamie's flowers: roses, tulips, baby's breath, daisies and bluebells. Eric had installed a porch swing as well as two smaller swings for the babies- when they came. And out back- out back Eric and I had worked a small miracle. Out in back we had built a gazebo on the little bit of land before it all turned in to beach. We had installed a play set and a tire swing from the one tree we had in our back yard. And, one of my favorite touches...we had built a stone walkway from our back door to the gazebo, made with stepping stones made by each person who helped with the house and each one of her friends. It was very, very cool. Dean's was filled with little sports figures and cowboy hat...Eric's was just a random assortment of little things he had collected over the years. Belinda's was filled with semi-precious stones and Hegbert's was covered in crosses. And mine...mine was filled of things the reminded me of Jamie and I- sunsets, clouds, tears, and small toy babies.
Inside was where Belinda had done her thing. Upstairs in the empty room, the room that had been decorated for babies already, Belinda worked her magic. The room that was once bright red and yellow was now a soft blue color. Belinda had gone with a Noah's Ark theme, and had picked a truly adorable wall boarder to go with it. Not to mention that she had gotten her dad, who runs a small furniture store, to sell us two changing tables, two cribs, and two rocking chairs for a really low price. It was all ready to go, all ready for babies.
Jamie was so happy...and it made my heart feel so good. And when, after taking a tour of the outside and gushing over every tiny detail, I was finally able to show her the new room. The minute she stepped in, and saw all of the new furniture, the new paint job, and all of her old toys that her dad had given me to put in the room, she started to cry. All she could do was look at me, smiling.
"I made my decision."
And I had. I had made my decision.