3 (NOVEMBER)

(yes i skipped 2. 2 just got pictures taken that i am waiting on, so the post will come later)
After 1&2 these have no reason for the order they are in. Just what I think of.

So 3.

I am grateful for the smell of oil paints. No one can understand the joy I felt this weekend as I came home and the whole house smelled of my Daddy's paints. I have not had this aroma grace my nose in my home since I was five. (Admittedly at least once a week I go to the BYU bookstore and smell the paints, pastels, charcoals, paper...it's a disease.) But Daddy has not painted for almost 15 years. I about cried when I saw him working. It was beautiful.