We have nothing on the walls of our house.

There, I admit it. With all the photography the studio does, I've neglected our own home.

The kids agreed. It was time to do something.

​Prompted by the fact that I recently moved my office into a dedicated space rather than in the middle of our chaos and the fact that we switched rooms around, one of our oldest made the brilliant observation that our home is sparsely decorated.

I'd like to claim I prefer minimalist design but the reality is I just have never seen "the walls" as a huge priority. Between chasing and running three children, my former full-time job, running a business, and helping with the family honey hobby, the walls have been put on hold - for approximately eight years.

Now, however, as I sit in my new office, (which I dearly love, by the way), the reality has sunk in. Our walls are...gasp...almost totally naked.

I've decided I've had enough.

I started small and bought a yellow clock - yes, yellow for the office. Functional and bright.

Then, I did something I'd been putting off for awhile - buying a large canvas photo (24x30 inches) of our daughters.

As I prepared to hit "buy," I hesitated. This was probably the largest print of anything I've ever ordered.

Would it be obnoxiously large for the space?

What if I had second thoughts when it arrived? 

I hesitated, and then I let the thought of looking at my favorite photo of our three sweet girls every day take over. I committed and ordered it.

Less than a week later, it arrived in a HUGE box.

I was nervous. I don't usually spend a lot on wall art and here it was. YIKES!

One of the girls wasn't thrilled with the choice of photo when I was ordering it, but I assured her she'd love it when it arrived.

Now that the canvas was here. I was nervous. 

What if she really didn't like it? It's a little hard to hide from a canvas that big.

The suspense was killing me. I pulled out a knife and carefully opened the end. 

Hannah and I slowly wiggled the large piece of art out of the box.

I was immediately struck by the vibrant colors and the three smiling faces grinning back at me. It was love at first sight. 

Then I looked at my dissenter for approval.

"I didn't think I'd like it, but I really do," she said, smiling.

Later that afternoon, my husband and I eyed all four empty walls trying to decide on a good location for it. The final spot has yet to be determined, mainly because, believe it or not, my HUGE canvas looks tiny on the wide open expanse. Bigger obviously is better when it comes to naked walls.

I have no idea why the thought of something big intimidated me. I absolutely love it - and these little girls.

Long after they have moved out of our house, this canvas will remain as a testament of the beautiful fall day I was able to photograph them just hanging out in our backyard.

This can only mean one thing - more large canvases and less bare walls.

I highly encourage it:)