“Can I tell you what I picture? You can tell me it’s crazy or you hate it.” I gave her a moment to nod her head for me to go on. “I picture this beautiful pine color on the bottom of the cabinets, with a beautiful white countertop and for the cabinets on the top either do the pine or keep it simple with white. That way your pine is the pop of color and its stays beautifully neutral and on your island do some cute mid-century bar stools.” She looked like she was trying to picture it but wasn’t fully grasping my concept. I took the pine sample and placed it on the bottom cabinets, laid the white marble on top and finally laid the white cabinet piece on the top.
“Is this a little better?” I asked, holding everything up. “I think this would tie in beautifully with your living room and bring everything together.”
A slow smile spread across her face, and she looked up at me excitedly. “I love it.”
“You do?” I tried not to sound too shocked, but from what Nathan and Aiden were saying about her, I didn’t think she would go for it.
“I do. I think if we are going to do the cabinets and the countertops, we might as well do the back splash as well.” She smiled.
“What do you think of a pop of color?” I figured go big or go home.
We spent the next thirty minutes talking about back splashes, new appliances and bar stools. Not once in the last eight months did I have a moment of silence from my grief. Not that I noticed at that moment, but it felt good to be someone who didn’t have the weight of sadness on their shoulders.