is the kids' bathroom.
It's seen me through puberty.
It's where I ran to after cheerleading practice - the one where I got my period. I probably stayed in there a good hour. Freaking out.
It's where I learned how to put on mascara.
It's where I popped my zits.
It's where my cousin and I got into our famous laughing fits, often peeing our pants in the process. (Good thing it was tile.)
It's where my mom and I would have serious talks at the end of the day.
It's where my brothers and I would make stupid faces in the mirror when we brushed our teeth.
It's where My Man totally won over said brothers. He was visiting my family for the first time. They locked the door by accident. He helped them bust the door open at about 2 AM, and never breathed a word to my parents. (Cat's out of the bag now ....)
It's where I got ready for my wedding day. I shaved my legs three times. I put on approximately forty-five layers of mascara. I didn't need blush - I was already pink. And I fixed the do the hairdressers gave me. (Sidenote: They thought I was going to the prom. THE PROM.)
And now my mom has it set up as a changing table for my sweet baby boys.