I will never, ever forget about our precious Ninja, and not a day goes by when I don't think of her. Our precious little Ninja might have only existed as a blastocyst for a few weeks, but she represented all of our hopes and dreams while she was with us. She still does. I love her and miss her. I pray that she comes back to us someday in some shape or form.
I should be honest here and admit that the Reading Room is truly dedicated to Ninja. Sure, it's my special room in the house, and I'm making all the decisions for how to decorate the space. But I'm doing it all for Ninja. And my grandmother. And for my heart.
I plan to turn the largest wall in the room into my personal art gallery. I have a vision. It is a bit difficult to describe, so just take my word: it's going to be fabulous. I want to display my paintings in a special way, and I can't think of any better place than the Reading Room's Art Gallery. Maybe I'll even go so far as to make a plaque that dedicates the room in Ninja's honor. Maybe I already did that with my most recent painting (pictured below).
Sigh. I love you, Ninja! I always will!