The last two weeks have been a serious whirl wind.
But it's a wind FULL of happy.
So much happy that my husband and I look at each other and wonder when the shoe is going to drop.
Sometimes, as crazy as it sounds, it's an act of trust to accept so much happy.
So, let me run a re-cap for you.
April 8.
My eldest daughter said yes and we joyfully make room for a SON into our family!
We are so. stinking. happy.
HAPPY.
He is kind, funny, has a heart for God and adores my daughter. He makes her laugh and he has fit right into our family like he was always meant to be here.
I'm pretty sure he knows what he's getting himself into...
Two days later, we flew into Denver, Colorado to celebrate a family friend's wedding.
More happy, more love, more....fun, joy and celebration.
We got snowed in for a day...
...and when we landed back home, I was so HAPPY to smell Southern California air.
I was even happy to see palm trees.
Don't get me wrong, the snow was fun-for about four hours.
The next two days, we went into full blown wedding planning and my daughter and her fiance found their wedding venue.
Did I mention they are getting married in six months?
Let's see, I think that was Wednesday. Yep. Wednesday, cause on Good Friday, I was privileged to participate in the worship service.
By painting.
I thought for sure I would pass out right before we began, so I had to hide behind the (large) canvas and breathe.
When the music started, I thought to myself, "Oh! Wow, this is just like being at home-listening to music while I paint, getting lost in color and thought.."
And the HAPPY came flooding in.
The privilege came in when I was to be able to contemplate the work Jesus did on the cross and what is laid there:
all the worst of the worst, depicted in paint while music is played.
The second part was to be able to portray how it is wiped clean with the blood that was shed using white gesso and molding paste.
I wish I could convey what an amazing experience it was. I was totally lost in it. I had no idea people had taken photos, though now I'm glad.
The ability to express emotion through paint is such a huge part of my life and to do so in such a large way fired every go button I have.
When I was finished, I found myself sitting in the church realizing I had to completely let this go.
I only had about 20 minutes to finish the painting and didn't have a chance to step back and take a look and decide what needed to be done!
But wait!
The happy isn't finished.
The next morning, on Saturday, Doug and I woke up Brenna at 6:00 a.m. to surprise her and drive down to her sister's house to join in on a breakfast with "the girls" and was asked to be a maid of honor.
To top it off?
Wedding dress shopping.
So.
Here I am, on the couch recounting the past couple of weeks.
Fairly tired.
Like a really great morning of Christmas tired.
And full.
Full of family, exquisite memories, joy.
Happy.
Linking to Paint Party Friday
