He Brings the Sun

Oil on canvas

40 by 50 cms

Right now, because he runs a business in Pakistan, my husband is here for one months and then gone.

The kids miss him, his laughter, his kindness, his utter silliness, as well as his readiness to drive them here there and everywhere.

I miss him even more. During the week, cooking and shopping by myself. When things are good, I miss not having someone to celebrate with. When things are tough, I miss his support, his wisdom, his refusal to want anything for me but the absolute best. Food doesn’t taste like much. I have trouble going to bed and sleeping, and when I wake up, I feel tired.

It seems like his month away will never end. But finally he returns, bringing the sun. And paints and brushes, palettes, palette knives and canvases, money, hope and plans for a bright future.

And who, who have been feeling so old and so terribly cold, slowly begin to thaw.