Less words, more pictures tonight.
I've been fully immersed in life. Getting up early like a real grown up so we aren't totally scattered and chaotic in the morning as Greyson completes his first week at his new school.
Grey's first week was amazing. I keep pinching myself. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I think this is it, and it's gooooood. Sometimes the first day is the hard, but usually it's the day AFTER the day that's the hardest. Like day one they are thinking- man, this place sucks. I can't wait to go home. And then you go back the second day and they FREAK OUT. Thinking- NOOO!!!! I already came here yesterday. I did this. I don't want to be here. But we didn't even have to get over that hump. Every day- he troops up into his classroom and fits right in.
Man, this kid is only five and he reminds me how life is done.
He teaches me what is real.
You guys, I can't stop painting. The first room we did was our bedroom. And it's huge. And by the time we were done taping it off- I hated it. I wanted to keep it beige. And then we painted around the trim. And by the time that was done I SWORE we would never ever paint again. And it felt like it took DAYS to finish. Which it actually kind of did because I would work on it at night after the boys fell asleep. And it was awful. Awful awful.
And then we finished. And angels started to sing. And I think a bird even landed on my shoulder. And you could hear an actual harp. And the next day I woke up and had this weird feeling- like a craving. I felt like painting. I love that I don't think when I paint- I just paint. I get lost in not thinking and only painting. That's a HUGE blessing for this chronic over-thinker. While painting, the time passes so fast. I still hate taping and preparing the room- but not nearly as much. I just can't stop painting. And so painting and painting and painting we have done.
This is my favorite paint color ever. Marina Isle by Behr. It reminds me exactly of the color of the life guard stands in Hermosa Beach- our home before we moved to the Central Valley of California.
Our old home had so much natural light. Now I have to chase it and sometimes I forget. Today I am grateful because I remembered.
Moroccan Sky and Pebble Gray. Gray is my favorite color, and second is rainbow. Does that count?
The end. Happily ever after.
I like painting because it's like life. A small dose of color can turn something completely around.
And I love painting because it's nothing like life. For the most part, I know what to expect when I paint. And there's a beginning and a middle and an end. And I can see the progress I am making and that is so motivating. And that happiness lasts each time I feel at ease in the room that I helped create.
This afternoon Parker brought me my flip flop. And he bent down and put it on my foot. And then he ran and grabbed its match and put it down in front of me and said, "on". I was blown away. Of course we went right outside and chased the light together.
Man, this kid. I love him so much that sometimes I miss him while he's still around. I know- it doesn't make sense. Or maybe it does.
Okay- off to bed. Early to rise. Another day is ours to open and paint however we want.