Plastic walls

My husband is moving his office today. He is opening a new business down the road. He will still be doing the same work, for the same company, it has just expanded due to his efforts on the internet and he needs a separate place to work. I have been wanting to help him move, arrange, put up pictures, create a friendly atmosphere for him to work. He loves maps and last year he bought a map while we were in Destin and I had it framed for him this past Christmas. While he was moving he realized the walls in the new building were made of a plastic material and it would be impossible to put nails in the wall. I wanted him to be able to hang pictures of us on his wall to tell the stories of our family. I don't have an office at my work. I am surgical nurse and I have a locker where I change clothes each morning; however, on the front of my locker I have pictures of my family carefully placed with magnets and tape to show where I belong. I am proud of each member. I change them each year to show the growth and new activities. On this last trip to Destin I bought black and white film for a change. My brother in law, the professional photographer, says black and white shows more detail and images. When I picked up my film yesterday, I was delighted to see the results, especially a picture of my daughter and me. It shows our faces and detailed a few similiarities I had not seen before. I felt young, pretty, and blessed to have her to stand beside. It will definitely be on my locker this morning. I am hoping the film left in my camera will have a good picture of my husband and son. These memories are lost in time but captured with the photo to remind me of my story. Every person has a story. Some can't put their pictures on the wall because it hurts too much, causes anger, shows difficult choices, brings back images of a happier time, tells too much, or maybe there aren't any pictures to show. I will go today to see if there is anyway to hang pictures on my husband's new walls. I will sort through pictures. I will frame a few new prints. I won't worry about the furniture or his organization. I want his walls to tell his story, our story, and who we are, then it will be his office, with warm and alive walls.