On Christmas Eve, when I was about 14 or 15, I began stripping the old, yellowed wax off of the kitchen floor in the Woodland house as a gift to Norma. I got so into it that I stayed up all night putting coat after coat of new, shiny wax on the floor with the idea that if 2-3 coats were good then 8-10 must be even better!!
Norma never said a word to me about the extra work it would take to redo the floor when the time came. She simply thanked me.
1 comment:
Wow, that is really nice. You are so thoughtful mom. And it was very nice of her to not say anything.
Post a Comment