Dear Basement Carpet,
Welcome to our home! I know you had a bit of a rough introduction but the boys have been waiting so long and I was so excited for the four of you to meet. I hope you didn't mind the immediate dashing back and forth across your cushy top. And I'm sorry that in the first two minutes of our relationship Matthew kicked a scab on his ankle while running and has already scarred your lovely self with spatters of blood. But I worked quickly, didn't I, to sponge it off, and dab you dry--good as new, don't you think? Please forgive us.
But, my dear basement carpet that I already love, I hope you understand--I hope you understand that in choosing to be basement carpet, in choosing to be our basement carpet, you have not chosen a particularly easy life, but I can promise you it will be rewarding. And we will love you. But our love might be in ways you are not expecting. We will not be showing our affection for you with holiday cocktail parties, or nights of gentlemen around pool tables and ladies chatting at a bar, or evening wine and cheese soirees; but, you will become an expert wrestler, gymnastics spotter, and tear absorber. You will be witness to hundreds of precious children's comments, thousands of baby giggles, and umpteen exasperated parental moments. You will host countless parties, both planned and spontaneous. You will be the foundation for every train set-up, Hot Wheels track, and imaginary jungle. And you will be hailed by bare knees, tender palms, and in-coming noggins as the savior of all bumps and abrasions. You will see us at our best and at our worst. And I hope, when our time has come to part, that you will look back on your scars with fondness, and not think back to this very day wishing that you had rolled yourself right back into that white van as soon as you got a look in here and chosen job #2 in a nice quite retirement home. I hope you will look at your own bumps and bruises, and remember the crazy boys who gave them to you, and know that you have been loved.
Welcome to our family!
11 comments:
I love the feeling and smell of new carpet almost as much as that of a new car. I want to see pictures soon.
sounds like the relationship with my abused (slash that- make that beloved) carpet (lets just say I let it feel the fill measure of its creation)
That's hilarious! Yeah for your new carpet arriving though!
Yes, new carpet smell is so wonderful. I love the blogging style of writing. Where else can you read a letter addressed to carpet?
Good idea for a childrens book!
I love you! And the three little boys...and the one big boy! I love you, Mom
If it makes you feel any better Ammon pooped on our brand new carpet the day we got it. New carpet doesn't stay new for long. Congrats though can't wait to see it!!
I'd love you to post a picture of the carpet and especially of the boys playing on the carpet. Sounds fun. My 26 year old basement carpet would like to talk to your basement carpet and tell it what to really watch out for....ouch....
funny. I did NOT see your NOT about the cocktails, cheese/wine, and bar hopping...had written you needed a PPI. Are you sure you don't want any of those?
TAG...YOU'RE IT!
Yes, yes, BUT WHERE ARE THE PICTURES???
Dude, I'm tagging you via Erika.. Check out my blog on the post "I've been tagged" and do your thang girl...
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