Still Got It! (With Glue on My Fingers)

What an amazing time we had at Epiphany Ranch — where peace, purpose, and porch-sitting reign — and where, apparently, a long-lost talent of mine was resurrected.

Wallpapering.

Yes, you heard that right.

Mama here dusted off the ol’ wallpaper-hanging gift (which I’d hung up years ago). But wouldn’t you know — my daughter Staci, who watched me line up seams and smooth down bubbles -- way back when she was a little girl -- never forgot.

At Epiphany Ranch we — mother (me), daughter and granddaughter -- and Carl, side-by-side, wallpapering bathrooms in their beautiful almost-finished lodge aka barndominium. Four of them -- to be exact. Only one left that will be painted.

But, then, with a few tight spots here and there (I'm talking about my body -- sigh!), my sweet girl was the one to navigate the ladders -- sometimes with a foot on one ladder and her other foot on another ladder.

Carl, Alexia and I were the tool, paste, and wallpaper providers. I'm okay with it. I've seen my day -- and now I could hand over those ladder steps to my still very flexible girl!

There’s joy in the doing — laughter, stories, maybe a little grunting, but mostly gratitude. I’m not here to make a name for myself. But I am putting my signature on this place — with gluey hands and brush and a wide-open heart!