We spent the weekend working on Anne's room, and by "we" I mean Travis slaved away until the room was finished at 7:00 last night. I wandered in every so often to bring refreshments and occasionally pick up the paint brush. Anne however, jumped into the painting and took to it like a fish to water. Chip off the old block. All that's left is for Travis to build her bed and paint her bookcase.
Anne left one of her homemade cards on our bed last night that read: "Thank you Mom and Dad for giving me the best beach room ever."
So worth it.