Montia

Those of you who know me, know that I shamelessly still sleep with my baby blanket. I still bring everywhere I will be sleeping. (i.e. vacations, boyfriends house, parents house, friends houses, etc...) My dad always jokes that I will be brining in on my honeymoon and wrapped in it on my deathbed, all of which is very possibly true. Thankfully, when Will and I started dating, he didn't run the other direction when I pulled Montia out of my bag the first time I slept over at his house. Yesterday, Will told me he had a present for me. Out of his backpack he pulled out a folded paper. I unravelled it to see that he had surprised me by painting a picture of me with Montia, or more Montia wrapped around my face. It's probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. Not only did he not run the opposite direction at the sight of the ragged blanket, but he actually painted a portrait of me and my most favorite possession. Pretty sweet, right? So, without further ado, I introduce you to not only the real Montia, but the painted version as well.

The real Montia, in its natural habitat: my pillow

The Painting Will did. (Sorry for the shitty quality, it is just my camera phone)

Also, I forgot to mention that it is titled, "Montia Sea", which makes it even better. As for me now, I am off to Renegade!

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