(Levinia)
It's been a week since my dad and I started working on, not only the twins room, but the school mural. It done, actually. All that's left is to write the last two words of the quote that I selected to be put on the mural. The mural is a purple and pink sunset. Of course it'd be purple. The sunset was my idea. I know my dad can't resist a sunset, and because I wanted it to represent him as well, because he's also a big part of this mural. That, and I love the way my dad does his sunsets. So he drew half of the sunset, while I did the other half. It looks exact. Like the same person did both sides. I have a quote going above the sunset in black, curly, writing. It reads: "What the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve. -Napoleon Hill". I think its perfect. So the last words we need to finish is "can" and "achieve", then some touch ups, then we can focus on the babies' room. I know my mom will love it, but my dad isn't allowing her to see it. Supposedly, it's something he's been doing to her since he did my room before I was born. My room when I was younger was was a light pink color, almost like a peach. It had black butterflies in a bunch flying up. The butterflies were above my crib, so it looked like they were flying out from where I was always laying. My crib was white and it had thin bars with a nice little, almost like a counter top, sitting on top of the bars. Since the bars were so thin, there were 4 butterflies, like the ones on my wall, tied to a few of them. I had 2 white rocking chairs for my parents in there, a changing table, and a dresser with white curtains and black flowers going on it. Now my room is the same color, the butterflies are still there, it doesn't look babyish without the baby stuff and all. My dad gave me the option to change the color if I wanted, but I like it still. But I think maybe next year I'll want new paint on it. For Peete's room was very cute, I think. The top half was a pastel blue. The bottom half had a pattern of pastel blue, light brown, dark brown, pastel blue, light brown, dark brown, and so on. He had 3 little pictures hanging on a brown ribbon above his crib. One picture had a baby carriage, second wad a bottle, third was a pacifier. The crib was a wooden dark brown. It had thick bars and a little top as well. We had the same extras I had. 2 white rocking chairs, changing table, and a dresser. Peete's room is now just plain blue. He chose the color and he got tired of the old colors. My parents room is just baige. It actually looks really pretty with all the white they have with they're blankets and a few furnitures. There's only one thing all of our bedrooms have in common, and that's the small canvas hung on all of our walls. It's my dad's signature sunset with green grass below it and one dandelion sticking out of the grass. The orange represented my dad and the green represented my mom. Those have always been their favorite colors. My parents always told me when I was younger that I'm their dandelion in the spring. I gave them hope and I brighten up their day like no other. They also told Peete this, I heard it numerous times. They still tell me and him sometimes, and we never get tired of it. It's Friday and my dad has just returned from work while the others and I are sitting on the couch watching a movie. My dad works with me before he goes to work sometimes, so he'll go in later than usual, to help me with the mural. Weekends is the only time we both work on it together full time. During that time my mom and Peete have been bonding, as my dad and I have. They've been going hunting, she's been showing him more hunting tips and giving him more help on how to use the bow and arrow, although he doesn't need it, he's already on the same level as my mom.
"Hey, guys. How was your day?" My dad says taking off his heavy black jacket and hanging it on the rack in the corner of the room. We all reply back with "Good" "Great" "Fine". My dad leans over and shares a kiss with my mom. My dad lifts up Peete and takes his spot between my mom and I and sits Peete on his lap. My dad kisses Peete's temple and then mine. Her puts his arms around my mom and then me. He lets out a sigh of relaxation.
"I really missed you guys today." My dad says pulling us all closer to him.
"Why are you so happy?" I ask.
