Last night my husband woke me up at 2am with an interrogation
Him: why don’t you paint anymore
Me: it’s 2 am go to bed, why are you even thinking about painting
Him: I think it’s my fault. Sorry
Me: what are you taking about
Him: is your mental health ok? I’m sad you don’t paint anymore
Me:…
Him: look at this painting (one I made 6 months ago above our bed) it’s the most beautiful thing ever. If you can put that much emotion and it come out that good you should do it more Me: I just haven’t been in the mood. But right now I’m going back to sleep
Readers Iwent to bed, he did not… when the alarm went off there were more questions about possible depression and his concern… he is now getting me painting supplies and taking our kids to go do something so I can reconnect with a hobby I’ve neglected 😅