It's Friday once again, time for Show & Tell, hosted by Kelli, at No Place Like Home. This week, we were encouraged to show something from our bedrooms. I have over the past few months shown things that were special to me, but the pictures below are two of my most beloved possessions, and they hang in my bedroom...
Kevin and his Dad were very close, they were inseparable. They shared common interest and were just good pals. Now, occasionally they would argue, and it could get really ugly, but when it was over ...it was over and the relationship picked right back up. I've never seen anything quite like it in my life! His parents divorced early in his life, and he lived with his Dad for many years. ....then in Kevin's early twenties, along came ME!
Kevin and I went to high school together, but never dated. I went on to college and our paths didn't cross until we met again one summer, through mutual friends. We connected instantly! To say he was my soul mate, sounds like a cliche', but it was so true! We spent all the time we possibly could together, and the following December, we were married in a beautiful Christmas wedding!
And then it was the THREE of us...Kevin, Bill, and I. LOL! And I do laugh as I write that, because it was quite amusing at times! I never tried to cut in on Kevin and Bill's relationship and he never seemed to be jealous of me. Over the years, Bill and I developed a wonderful relationship, and he was good to me and my children! Two years ago, he passed away, and a part of me still waits for that phone call, I was certain would come everyday around 12 noon, to check in and see how my day was going!
So, with the introduction complete, I will tell you about my pictures. There was a restaurant in the historic district of downtown Wilmington, called The Taste of Country. Kevin and I had been married almost a year, when one day we went there to eat. Hanging on the walls were the most beautiful oil paintings, displayed by a local artist. They were all for sell. I fell in love with two particular pictures of roses. They were large, 24" x 36", and I can't recall how much they cost, but at the time, it seemed like a lot of money. Enough that I could only dream about owning these beauties. There was just something about the way the pink dreamy flowers were sprawled in the middle of the canvas, so delicately, that just spoke to me! My beloved grandmother was famous, all over the county, for her roses, so roses always held a special place in my heart.
One month later, on Christmas Day, I received two large presents, one from Kevin and one from Bill. And I'm sure you have guessed, they were the rose paintings. I found out later, that it was my father-in-law's idea to give them to me for Christmas. The represent to me, the importance of family and two very special men in my life! ... I love the two oil paintings, just as much, if not more, as I did when I first saw them on the wall of that restaurant.
"The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart." ~Anonymous