It has become obvious that I am missing my family. There's just no denying it any longer. They left for a three week trip to California, and I elected to stay behind, guarding hearth and home. Not to mention dogs. 400 pounds of canine is hard to farm out, you know?
Those first, blissful, lazy days of solitude have given way, ten days later, to a longing for the sweet smell of Baby Girl, a sweaty hug from The Boy, and the camaraderie of my alter-ego... my partner in crime, The Daughter.
So I find myself gazing at that spot on the wall where she has hung the painting I gifted her with on her Golden Birthday. The year she turned 23, on the 23rd of February.
The painting is an homage to her love of all things Italian. And her love of crowns. And fleur-de-lis. It reads:
"God's Miracle, and Mother's Joy"
She has inspired me in so many ways. I love her flair for dramatic design, and her appreciation of beauty in all forms. She reminds me to work with deeper palettes and bolder colors. If given the choice, I will almost always gravitate towards lighter, more ethereal shades. She leans to a more saturated look.
We balance each other out, two angles of the same vision, and that is probably why we work together so well.
And right now she needs to put those grandbabies back on the plane and COME. HOME. Too bad it will be ten MORE days. Sigh.
I just may have to paint her something new. Something sparkly... dark and dramatic.
Just so she knows I missed her.