I Feel the Most Loved When...

Today I'm joining Lisa-Jo aka gypsy mama, for her Friday project

She picks a topic every Friday and writes for five minutes. The requirements to play along with me on this are:

• Write for only 5 minutes. (I set a timer to keep me honest.)
• No editing. Simply let the words flow as they will. (This is my biggest challenge since only perfect words/sentences are normally permitted to survive.)
• Thank the person who inspired you to play along. (Thank you again, Sara.)

Here we go:

  I feel the most loved when the Professor comes home and  finds me working. There I am up to my elbows in paint, surrounded by piles of cut and torn painted papers, the table literally covered with jars, tubes, brushes and an assortment of mark makers, no dinner cooking in the kitchen, paint smock thrown over yesterday's paint splashed jeans and my hair knotted wildly on my head.  

And he stands at the door to the studio, smiling at my concentration until I notice him, and says " This makes me so happy. I love it when you're like this."


Ding!