This weekend, I went to Savannah to spend a day to two with my husband. Brett stayed behind at the conference, and I’ve headed home for some alone time (and work tomorrow). While he was learning EMS-educator stuff yesterday, I spent the afternoon on the balcony of our room painting.
The night before, we had tried to stretch out in separate double beds – enjoying the leg room for a change. It took me about one minute to realize that separate beds were not doing it for me. “Nope!” I said out loud, and got out of my bed and into Brett’s.
The short watercolor book I made him the next day was inspired by that moment.
(We refer to this as “the love toe.”)