I've got the Joy...

Last year, I bought this hideous mirror with a plastic, gold frame at a yard sale. Steve thought I had lost my mind when I drug it into the house, but I was thrilled. I love yard sales, and I love to imagine what the "junk" could become. The problem is that I'm not that crafty. My college roommates still tease me about my basket weaving skills (or lack thereof). But I love the idea of craftiness and I'm envious of girls with a knack for creative decorating. When I grow up, I want to be them. For now, I buy yards of fabric with plans to make curtains and pillows, even though I can hardly thread a needle, and I drag home tacky gold mirrors that spend their days in my dark basement. Until a few weeks ago, when I had an idea, bought some spray paint and went to work on the hideous mirror (sorry...I don't have any before photos, but trust me...it was bad).
Today, it looks like this:

The night we hung it in our hallway, I knew immediately that I wanted to write "Joy" on it. I don't know why...maybe I was just full of joy at my new-found craftiness! So I wrote on the board and went to bed. Briefly. A few hours later, Kate woke up crying and whining and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. She told me (around 1 a.m.) that she was really hungry for pancakes, and I decided that pancakes at 1 a.m. sounded pretty good to me, too. So we headed down to the kitchen for a late-night snack...where she proceeded to throw up all over everything, just a few feet from my "Joy" sign. Nice. She threw up five more times that night. I made many trips past that "Joy" sign and at one point I started laughing. Maybe I was exhausted and delirious, but I do believe that God had a plan when He put the word "Joy" in my mind (and on my new chalkboard). He definitely has a sense of humor and it was not lost on me that long, puke-filled night...full of Joy.