Love

I was just telling a story the other night of when Michaela and I went to Ohio to move all my things here to Colorado. I had stored my stuff in the basement of friends and they had a flood. All my sketchbooks and loose pieces of art had mildew and mold on them. I was ready to just throw it all out. Michaela said “absolutely not. This is YOU.” She went on to explain that my art was the deepest parts of me expressed and there was “no way in hell” she was going to throw it out. She went out and got supplies to safe guard and save as much of my art as possible. She saved all, but a few pieces.

When I was fully moved in, she encouraged me to create. She set up a place and made sure I had supplies as she felt being an artist was who I was and she encouraged me to be me.

A memory that came up in my Facebook memories today was when I got notification that I was going to have my art published. Getting published was all because of M. She supported me in submitting art. She believed in me when I was worrying and lacking confidence. She was my biggest cheerleader always.

Extremely blessed to be shown love in such a way that I not only felt it, but was shown it every single day.