Mr. Speedy and I have been officially married for over 100 days.
This is basically the gestation period for a pig… which is actually QUITE ironic because we just bought this delightful painting of a pig.
This painting made me laugh so hard at the shop, that I knew I would never get tired of looking at it. It’s one of those works of art is just so simple and plain and ordinary, you kind of feel like you are looking at the extraordinary. It is the type of painting that instantly resurrects a smile from my face.
It makes me feel like I’m looking at something out of storybook:
It was done by a local artist that obviously has some impressionistic-like talent. The brushstrokes are fantastic:
I still need to frame this. I was thinking a gilded gold one to contrast with the black background? He deserves a decorate enclosure, don’t you think?
Looking at this pig, reminds me how darn thankful I am to have Mr. Speedy.
A husband that allows me to buy a farm animal painting on a moments notice.
A spouse that is okay with my taste in decor.
A partner that supports my random needs or wants.
This painting will always remind me of our first 100 days or so together.
It’ll remind me of this summer.
Waking up late and finding each other under the sheets.
It’ll remind me of meandering around an antique shop, looking for everything and nothing all at once.
Picking out items and pointing, as if silently asking ‘Will this work?’
It’ll remind me of saying yes sometimes to things out of the ordinary.
Like this painting.
When I chatted Mr. Speedy that we have been together for same amount of days that it takes a pig to reproduce, his response was this:
Did I mention I love this man?
He doesn’t even realize how directly he speaks to my heart, my soul, the marrow of my bones.
A painting for each cornerstone in marriage.
What an unconventional, romantic way to go about our life together.
MUSHY, I KNOW.