03/06/2024
I was in 4th form (10th grade) when I drew something special for the boyfriend. The dude lit up like a Christmas tree, his eyes scanning my “masterpiece” 😝😂 with all the glee of a kid in a candy store. In response, he expressed the wild idea of me doing a children’s book. I mean, come on! How insane can one get?🤣🤣
But no, this crazy notion didn’t vanish. It haunted us like a persistent ghost each passing year of our relationship. As our hearts intertwined, his crazy idea of me becoming the next Dr. Seuss seemed to grow taller alongside him because he just couldn’t shut up about it.
I scoffed at the idea of illustrating for the masses every time he would mention it. Drawing was my zen zone, like my personal Shangri-La, a place I went to escape the craziness and feel safe.
Well, guess what? His vision didn’t come with an expiration date. It followed us right into marriage. Cut to the year 2019 - Walmart expedition for groceries. Mid-aisle, he hollers for me. As I shuffle over, he points at the kids’ books on display, comparing them to my art. “Look at these books, can’t even draw like you, yet they’re selling in Walmart,” he exclaimed. My eye-roll was audible, “Nah, babe, not this again. I’m not up for kids book” and walked off.
Long story short, the separation between us birthed a passion and purpose, a force that lifted me from the depths of depression.
Who would’ve think it? The guy who planted that little w**d of an idea about me being a literary maestro was onto something after all.
To my dear sweet husband (aka my boyfriend), as I lay here basking in your face’s glow and playing deaf to your musical snores (it’s like a lullaby from a blender on pulp mode 🤣 ), I say thank you.
Thanks for keeping the faith when I felt like a doubting Thomas. Thanks for being my rock even on those days when I don’t deserve your grace. Cheers to you, my love, for always being you. I adore you.
Here’s to something grand, something true, and maybe even a bestselling children’s book or two! 🎉
I love you 😘
