So let me introduce you to a woman named Hannah. If you aren’t familiar with her story she lived many many years ago. She too was unable to have children. She too had a husband that loved her very much but didn’t quite understand why she was upset all the time. I can relate to her feelings, her bitter upset and feeling like she was isolated in her sorrow. This is where our stories veer. You see Hannah’s husband had another wife and he had children with her. Not only was this second wife unkind to her, but Hannah saw children running around playing, and when she looked at them, she saw her husbands eyes. That’s where my heart goes. For years she saw this and for years she was reminded of what she didn’t have.

Yes Hannah would have liked to have many children, but even just one would have been enough for her and she aches and sobbed and prayed for that one chance. Here, this painting is how I see her first chance. It was finally her turn. Soaking in every moment and feeling that deep sigh of relief that all the grief and waiting was worth it.