The RED ROOM is synonymous with Rod & Kelly’s house. People either love it or hate it. It has served us well.
Several week before our wedding, in the summer of 2003, we spent a weekend painting it. We didn’t know to use primer. We did 3 coats on the ceiling (it needed one more that never got done), and I think 4 on the walls. I could barely walk from getting up and down the ladder so many times. Our friend Michelle helped. We did kind of a terrible job, but we loved it.
We wanted it to be our music room, and it was. We never obtained the black baby grand piano we’d envisioned for it, but music filled it nonetheless. For a year or so our praise and worship team practiced there. Rod recorded a CD in there & practiced music many other times, often with a baby strapped to him! Kaity grew a little and played her guitar in there. And Christmas? Oh, if ever a living room was made for Christmas, it was this one. We put up the tree 9 times to the sounds of Bing Crosby and Celine Dion and many more Yuletide favorites. This past year, our babies and their little friends made music in that room, too.
As of today, the red room is some sort of “lace” color. It is much brighter, it looks clean and pristine (thank you, Erik), and it shows no signs of the life lived in it for the past eight years.
There are 3 weeks until we exit this house. We still don’t know where we’re going. Our peace is deeply embedded, but our stress level is high. I am comforted knowing that the music, the redness that makes our home ours will go with us wherever we journey.