Somehow, in my sick, “creative obsessed” mind, the night before the party seemed like the ideal time to start a new painting project.
By now my husband was used to these creative bursts and knew it was best to just go with it and get involved.
So with a ladder, my brushes and some paint I created this beautiful, majestic animal while Steve read aloud to me. We were up very late and I am trying to remember…but I don’t think I finished him that night…I think his eyes might have still been in pencil for the party.
Anyway, he is still with us and I love seeing him up there while we are in the kitchen. It’s almost like he is part of our family.
When we did our addition I was concerned that he would be damaged by the construction but they did a great job being careful and working around him.
He doesn’t have a name…and I kind of like that. He seems mysterious and untouchable…like he could take off at any second.
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