On Sunday morning I read an inspirational article that suggested we “speak only words of love” throughout the day. I liked the idea, and I tried to follow that advice. It was quite easy, actually, because my husband is always there to step in and help me with things — well, except for cleaning Flower Child’s litterbox. Although he promised he’d help out when we adopted our sweet kitty, he has yet to scoop any poop. Oh, well. That’s fine. I still love him.
The annual HFAA Regional Art Show is coming up in the next few weeks. I had my entry filled out, ready to hand-deliver to the club president at our Monday evening meeting. What I didn’t have was one of my entries framed and ready to hang.
Thank goodness I have my husband to help me. I’m so glad he believes in me as an artist, and he’s always willing to take time to attend to framing and hanging tasks. In fact, he’ll be retiring at the end of the month, and he might take up frame-making.
I’m grateful for all that he does to help me. Framing paintings for art shows is one thing I’m sure he never expected to be on his “honey-do” list. I certainly never expected to become an artist. But here I am. Or, I should say, here we are, working together to get my oil paintings ready for display.
One thing I know for certain is that I would not be the artist I am today were it not for my husband. From his initial suggestions that I buy good art supplies, his willingness to build shelves and tables, his dedicated work to prevent more flooding in the art studio, and his offer to loan me putty knives, Masonite for drawing boards, painter’s tape and whatever else I might need from his workshop, to his careful attention to detail as he helps me prepare for art shows and exhibits, I would not be — could not be — the artist I am today without his love, his support, and his encouragement.
So today I say another thank you to my husband. I am grateful for all you do for me. And don’t worry about the litter box. It’s easy enough for me to take care of that.