Recently Ronnie pulled out his guitar and spent an hour on the couch picking at the strings, trying to learn Skyler’s favorite Shinedown song. The sound of a guitar being played in the quiet of our house took me back to my childhood, where that seemed to be a common sound heard throughout the house. Both my parents played often. My dad played and performed in church regularly, and my mom played the guitar and sang in the privacy of our home, I think as her own form of quiet time. It was home, happiness, and comfort. Hearing that in my “grown-up” home reminded me of how music was missing in my life.
And then I thought about what else was missing – ART! I haven’t taken nearly enough pictures in the last several months, and haven’t painted in a few years.
I found an opportunity to do some “commissioned artwork” for charity, which opened up the door to a whole other world that I had forgotten existed, and forgotten how much happiness it brings me. Just the trip to Hobby Lobby to get my paint supplies had me energized and giddy. Over the course of a few weekends, I worked on this:
I had so much fun painting I’m just not going to stop. I bought six small canvasses that I’m going to paint something with the letters of Skyler’s name on each to put on the wall in her room. And after that, I don’t know what’s next, but I don’t want to stop.
Tonight Ronnie is out of town so Skyler and I busted out her finger paints. I wonder if she’ll end up with the artistic inclination like mine, or what other thing will be her talent?
On a side note, but while we’re on the happy subject – I got a promotion at work! I’m really excited about it and looking forward to new things ahead.