I met my dear friend Christina on the first day of beginning art class while attending junior college. She walked into the classroom and just oozed cool and confidence. She had a silver nose ring and a tiny star tattoo on her ankle. She was loud, with a big voice and even bigger hair. She was my polar opposite, but from that first moment I saw her, I wanted to be her friend. Fast forward eleven years, two college degrees, marriages, first home purchases, and one adorable baby boy (hers, not mine) and I’m still so happy that I get to call her my friend. Even if we don’t talk or get to see each other as much as we used to, it just feels like we can pick up where we left off each time. One of the best kinds of friendship, in my opinion.
For my thirtieth birthday this year, she took me out for drinks and unveiled this gorgeous painting. One that I’d been wanting for years, but never knew what it looked like. This girl just gets me. And especially my taste in art. The best part? She painted it just for me. An original, my friends. How lucky am I?
So here it is, friends. One of the best gifts I’ve ever received. I wanted to take a picture and show it off. It brightens up my living room in the best way and I love how it just pops against the grey wall in our living room. Thank you, Tina, from the bottom of my heart. I love you, friend.