My Birthday

Hang on, you don’t have to run out & buy me a gift just yet. I’m actually not turning 29 again until May. This post is about my latest creation/obsession from the weekend. It started out Saturday when I was out alone on an errand & decided to stop into a shop that I could only go in when I had no kids with me. Yeah, one of those kinds of shops. I browsed around, drooling over the lavishness until I found the one thing I knew was meant for my house. But because this beautiful treasure happened to cost as much as our first car, I had no intention of buying it, but every intention of reproducing it before you could say the word “copycat” three times fast. So, of course I made a bee-line to Hobby Lobby & knew it was positively Providential that the tube paints were all on sale. {I’ll just interject here that along with being OCD, I have the more specific variety called OCCD -Obsessive Compulsive Creativity Disorder, which just means of course, that when I get inspired, I simply must create & now. And, yes, if Hobby Lobby were open 24 hours, I’d be there.}Okay, where was I? So I sped home, barely saying hello to my husband & kids as I ran to my craft room. My husband was not alarmed. He’s seen this before. And so I created My Project, pausing to eat & sleep only because the paint had to dry. It’s entitled “My Birthday” and it was inspired by artist Carey Haynes, whom you can admire here.The words on the painting are a little verse I wrote just for the Lord, and my husband, and each of my four children. They say:

“It was my birthday the day you came. Then suddenly, everything was sweet.Now I know how to sing, and laugh, and create, and live, and love…because you’re here.And a hundred years’ worth of birthday wishes-come-true could not compare to the day you came.”