I remember so well when I painted that painting for you. It was October and I had a 25 week belly full of you. I had taken a day to relax and not nest, or read baby books, or wash your itty bitty clothes. Which I loved doing, but Mama was taking a day to relax! I got my nails done for the first time in a year. It felt great. I kept looking down at my Lincoln Park in the dark color not recognizing my own well manicured hand. Then I met yout Aunt Sarah at this little painting place and had a great afternoon just talking and painting. When I leave the painting studio I am so excited about hanging my painting in your nursery!
That painting means so much to me for so many reasons by sweet Joaquim. There’s a whole other story that goes with this painting here. I hung it in my favorite little nook in your room. It has witnessed so many things! Your Dad and me finishing up your nursery, your first day in our home. Breastfeeding, the triumphs, the struggles, the tears that came with me only being able to nurse you for three months. Middle of the night rocking, you rolling over, so many big moments! I sometimes daydream about how long you’ll keep it up. Until you think it’s not “cool” and take it down. In my day dreams you take it to college with you. Ha. But for now, it make my heart happy to see it every time I walk in your room. And right now, your one year old and flipping through a book on your glider with the painting right there next to you. And my heart is full.