Dear diary,

Can I just say how much I adore my husband? Because I'm pretty sure I almost happy-cried a few moments ago as I was in his arms, up off the ground (as usual).

I've been working on a painting the last two days, finishing it tonight. And when I say I've been working on it for two days, I mean 5 hours. I don't know how it happened but the stars must have aligned because I pumped that puppy out and it's basically become my most favorite painting. But all that is beside the point. The point is

I love Chas.

Never before have I had someone who is almost as completely invested in my artistic process as I am. He was there every step of the way through this painting. He helped me to keep going when I needed motivation. He was my sounding board as I brainstormed different directions to take the painting. He suggested colors. He encouraged me to keep pushing the art further until it was another and then another step better than it was before. And when it was finished, and I was jumping around the living room in satisfaction/pride, he was right there, jumping and yelling for joy with me. They are all little things, really, but the way he supports me and my art is so...happy.

Please don't think that it's an amazingly amazing masterpiece. Because it's not. But to me, held within it is my love for my husband which makes it even better than all that.