The sun will come out tomorrow and I’ll be waiting

HINK back to any day worth commemorating in your life in the past decade: the day your baby was born, or the day you first woke up in the arms of the person that would become your spouse, or the day you lost a loved relative or friend.
Now imagine that on that day, a woman has risen with the dawn in her home in Kansas, calmly and quietly gathered her materials, and settled down to paint the sunrise of the day that means so much to you. Because it’s almost certainly true.