Wednesday, January 14, 2009

No Regrets

A handful of years ago, I was in New York City for business. I was staying in an apartment belonging to a friend of a friend on the upper west side. The apartment was full of beautiful art. The walls were smiling because they held art from floor to ceiling. There was one particular piece that I fell in love with. I wrote the passage down and on a scratch piece of paper and carried it around with me for a couple of years. Not so long ago, I decided it was finally time to buy this piece that I've carried close to my heart for so long.

I love it. It is what I see each time I walk into our bedroom. It touched me many years ago, it moves me today. Thank you Story People. You can't possibly know what your beautiful art means to me.

1 comment:

Octamom said...

Gorgeous--and of course you know it speaks right to my heart as well--