Monday, August 1, 2011

jeffrey, my artist.

my love

When Jeffrey decided to make art his career, I was thrilled. Growing up in a household of artists was one of the most enriching experiences of my own childhood, and I was excited to think about the future for our own (future) children. There's something very personal about art -- bringing a vision in one's mind into fruition for an audience to see. Not only does that take commitment, it takes a great deal of courage. And whenever Jeffrey embarks on a new creation, I find myself swelling with pride.

The path of an artist can be uncertain, and in some ways that scares me. As much as spontaneity excites me, I'd be lying if I said I don't like to have some kind of plan. But in all honesty, I can't help but believe that Jeffrey and I were paired together for a reason -- that somewhere, Someone thought it might be a good idea for me to journey down a road that is unmarked and unseen. When I see the light in Jeffrey's eyes, and when I hear him gush about fellow ceramicists (and they're really! great! ideas!), I know this is right for me. I know I'm supposed to marry an artist.

And I couldn't be more proud to marry a man who is living proof that following a passion is good for the soul. Whenever I worry about the future, I remember the passion I feel for my own future career and the passion Jeffrey feels for his future career and I know that that will nurture us, and drive us, and bring us to a place of complete and absolute contentedness. xo


kylee said...

you my dear an artist with your words. that was so beautifully written.

sarah nadine said...

what a cute picture! i too know the feeling of having a man to be proud about and to *gush* over :) when moments come where you aren't smiling, remember those very things ... love blooms often.