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“A baby is born with a need to be loved — and never outgrows it.” Frank A. Clark
Diva Challenge 39 is titled “Love is All You Need” – a call to interpret love in our tangle for the week. So appropriate for my contribution and one I had been waiting to create for my daughter’s friend. She had a little baby boy several weeks ago – Easton. Despite today’s medical advancements, all were surprised when he was born with a critical birth defect. He was immediately flown to Boston for surgery. Little Easton came home this week and I was given the go ahead to finish his gift. This Zentangle will be framed with a mat signed by all his mom’s co-workers to capture how very much he means to so many people. The thoughts guiding my pen were centered on the intense love this first-time mother must surely feel for the little boy who has already fought so hard to stay with her. Much love to baby Easton and his new parents – enjoy!
“One of the good things that come of a true marriage is, that there is one face on which changes come without your seeing them; or rather there is one face which you can still see the same, through all the shadows which years have gathered upon it.” ~George MacDonald
Last week I had lunch with a business associate I hadn’t seen for several years. The thing I noticed first was that he was clean-shaven where I had always seen him with a beard. He told me it was mostly gray now and since he couldn’t bring himself to color it, off it went. A little surprised, I realized that my husband’s beard is mostly white now. When did that happen? I’m sure it has been a gradual change over our 34 year marriage, but I just never saw it.
My husband has always seen me through rose-colored glasses. For him, I am forever the sixteen year old girl he fell in love with so long ago. Don’t get me wrong, he knows I am older and not nearly so slim as I once was, but somehow he sees past those changes. I have several friends who enjoy long marriages and I can tell you, their husbands seem to have those same rose-colored lenses. Pondering the phenomena of my husband’s gray beard, I realized that I must have a pair myself. To me, he will always be the charming guy with the great sense of humor, sparkling eyes and wonderful smile who asked me out on a bet.
Our daughters always say we are silly for each other. Now I think I understand what they mean by that statement. They see the us as we are. They’ve never known the young couple who fell in love, married and still shine with the help of those rose-colored glasses we wear only for each other.
Tangled Tranquility 