It’s soft. it flows, it’s pretty. The strokes are gentle, each perfectly positioned. Made by his hands. For me.

There was a time long, long ago - before Brett and I were married, before we were even together, when Brett painted me a picture. No one ever had - or has ever since - painted me a picture.

It was one of those pivotal moments in our relationship. Like the very first time we met, or our first ‘date’, the first time we held hands, first kiss, our engagement, our wedding… the painting fits in just between being besties and going out.

It reminds me of his caringness and lovingness every time I look at it on my desk, and it makes me smile. It also reminds me of his amazing talent. Seriously - the paintings he did when he was 12 are just beautiful. I will have to show some here in the future. Until then, here is ‘my painting’.