There’s a wall in my parents’ house with 3 large photos framed and hung proudly in the great room. They are photos of my brother and his family. The photos of me – until very recently – were small and placed on a table nearby.
I’m not the only one who has noticed this arrangement. When friends come to visit they often comment how my brother is “dominating the wall.”
This, in turn, has led to the phrase, “One day I’ll make it to The Wall!” One day…when I’m married…when I have children. One day I’ll make it to The Wall. For now I’ll take my place on a side table. I can live with that. I aspire to The Wall.
Well, as of this past Friday night, I made it to The Wall.
And no, I’m married, or even engaged, or with child. But maybe my parents jumped the gun a little now that I have a boyfriend.
Regardless, I’m just happy to be up there. Now I don’t have to try to explain to my friends that my parents love my brother more than they love me (just kidding). Thanks Mom and Dad!