And music blaring.

A messy bun on top of my head. Paint splattered throughout. Hoping it washes out in the shower tonight, but not really caring … because, well, paint.

One of my favorite old {sorority} tshirts on. Letters faded thin.

Yoga pants now with small speckled paint on the legs, looking like part of the design.

It’s good — this having a task to do. All the better that I have Brother by my side. How I convinced him to camp out for a week of painting every single knick and ding in my woodwork and doors, is beyond me.

But I am beyond grateful I have him here. That I can always always always count on him.

And that I know, something as simple and boring as painting will be anything but simple and boring with him at my side.