by christina britt lewis and timothy dean lewis
photography by angela statzer and christina britt lewis
it is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, or to make a few objects beautiful;
but it is far more glorious to paint and carve the very atmosphere and medium through which we look
which morally we can do.
to affect the quality of the day,
that is the highest of the arts.
from walden by henry david thoreau
everyone is an artist if we choose to be.
everyone is able to affect the quality of the day.
we met in persuasive speech class spring quarter our freshmen year of college. he spent spring break in hawaii 'cause his dad is a pilot and they would just go to the airport packed for the beach and pick a flight that had enough open seats. he gets cold sores when he gets sunburned. he stood in front of the whole class and spoke words through cold sore covered lips that had us all laughing so hard we forgot how hideous he was. he persuaded me to fall madly in love with him without even trying.
he made me laugh.
he affected the quality of the day,
the highest of the arts.
we have been to hell and back since then. but even in hell on earth, he made me laugh. this is why we are still together. he is my best friend. i don't have a lot of friends. i'm not so easy to love. there are not a ton of people who really know me and choose to love me anyway. but the ones who do, they are stuck with me for life. he is stuck with me for life. no matter what.
when most people have children, i imagine they hope that they will be healthy, smart...athletic? i don't know...we hoped that cole and camden would be fun. "what if they are boring?" was our biggest fear. and boring, they are not. we do wonder what would have happened if we had hoped for a life with no big bad ugly things. but we didn't. and this is our life. and as flawed as it is, there is nothing boring about it.
i come from a family where we laughed so hard we shook the pew on sunday mornings.
i have a family where we laugh so hard we shake the seats on airplanes...
people who know us, know this.
many ask us how we got here.
"oh you just to go to hell and back" doesn't seem to be a popular answer.
if you are in the middle of hell, keep going.
you might not even be able to see the light yet, but it is there.
just keep going.
one day at a time.