It’s a real thing.

I raided our local Hobby Lobby this afternoon. I guess either I decided that painting with ‘the good stuff’ once every two weeks wasn’t enough, or, as Kathy says, the Holy Spirit was telling me something.

Either way, I came out of there financially poorer, but armed with art supplies that made me feel…positive.

And also some ‘Lego-esque’ flowers that are making me smile at this very moment. I may have to go back and get more next payday.

I brought my supplies home and just started painting. Thinking about my dad and painting.

And you know what?

It didn’t hurt.

I mean, yeah, sadness and affection, but I could think about him and still breathe. My eyes weren’t prickling with tears, I wasn’t swallowing spiky lumps…

A moment of acceptance…