his photo + my words = stitched project

i was dreaming that i was painting a cityscape. a magical one. i dropped paint from my brush onto the windows, and the paint lit up. as if someone was inside the building and had turned on the lights in one of the rooms. and then another, and another. the whole painting was alive, and glowing. i was a little surprised by this, and i called greg over to see. he wasn't all that shocked. he said, "yeah.." like..so?? matter-of-factly. is factly a word? no, but it's 6:53am, so you can't expect much from me, ok?

and then i was awake for sure, and staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what had just happened. and why i was in bed when i was painting two seconds ago. it was 4:50am, and by the time i figured out i had been dreaming, i knew i'd never get back to sleep.

and then i remembered it was a special day – momma's birthday. and, that made me smile as i rolled out of the white down comforter and placed my bare feet on the wooden floor. happy birthday, momma!