Flowers, Fragrance and a Whole Lot of Trying

Let’s talk about flowers.

Most people seem to find them easy to paint — they just flow from the brush. A few petals here, a little color there… done.

Not me.
Flowers and I have an understanding:
I try. They laugh.
And then we try again the next day.

I work on them almost daily because I love them so much… I just can’t quite paint them yet. My brush keeps saying, “We’ll get there, sweetheart. Not today, but eventually.” And honestly? That’s okay.

Because here’s the sweetest part:

A couple of years ago, I married the biggest, brightest surprise of my life. Never — not in a million years — did I realize what a jewel I was marrying. One of my absolute favorite parts of being his wife is this simple, unbelievable thing:

There are fresh flowers in our home
every. single. day.

Every day since I became his wife.
Never a day without them.
Not one.

I love it.
I love him.
And I love the way those flowers make the house feel soft, loved, and alive.

I keep trying to paint them because I want to honor this sweet little daily miracle… but for now, the petals still feel a bit intimidating. So I’ll keep practicing — brushstroke by brushstroke — until the day it finally clicks.

And until then?

I’ll just keep enjoying the real ones.
The fragrance.
The color.
The reminder that love shows up in tiny ways, every day, without fail.

Sometimes the things we can’t paint yet are the things we’re meant to simply delight in.