My wife is busy painting this Memorial Day weekend. The smell of it is filling the house as she finishes up a couple of rooms she’s been working on most of the summer.

When we moved into our little house every wall, except for those in the bedroom, were white and if you know my wife you know that simply won’t do. She is working her way from the front lobby to the back bedroom. She loves color and her essence is in each shade that decorates the once mundane walls. As I’ve watched her cover them I reflect on the truth that she’s also added some paint to my life over the 26+ years we’ve been married. I am certainly tinted with her essence and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Each of us, every day, is painting the canvas of our lives and others. What we do, who we are, doesn’t just adorn our lives, reveals our character and spirit, but bleeds and splatters onto each person to whom we are connected.

@BrianLoging (Twitter)



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Posted on September 4, 2016, in Life and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I so understand your wife. I’m an artist, and I leave my walls white so I can put paintings, drawings, weavings of all colors on them, and then change them out when the mood hits me. Either way, white walls, colored walls, color has to be very obvious. I sent this article to my husband…he gets splattered with color, too, and he’s color blind.

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