The following photos are snippets of the painting that hangs above the fireplace in our bedroom. It was designed, created, and given to me by Mr. Marvelous on Christmas 6 years ago. We had been engaged for 9 months and were to be married the following May. It goes without saying that my husband-to-be did a great job hitting it right on the nose in the melt your fiance's heart department. (Which he was a pro at--by that point--since we had been dating for 6 years prior.)
He told me that he designed the rough draft on a notebook during a college ed class, as he was thinking about his lovely wife-to-be. Ahem.
Then being the ambitious, get 'er done now type that he is, he went a hunting for the frame, special paints and brushes, and got right to work. Upon finishing, he named his creation "EMBRACE," tried his best job at wrapping it, then handed it to me--that Christmas Eve--with the look of anticipation spread across his face. Can you tell what he created atop this canvas?With a husband that is sweet as pie, it's easy to brag on him. Which is what this post is all about. Now, don't get me wrong. We have our moments. The moments when the eldest child comes out in the both of us, meeting eachother head to head. But, with 11 years under our belts it seems we're better able to read eachother's minds and "plan accordingly." I wonder what 50 years will feel like?
So, without further ado...allow me to present you...in all it's geometric splendor...and black and white, straight lined glory...