*Book Discussion*

So Tim and I got this little book from someone as a wedding gift...enjoy :D

Paint Box-A Colorful Romance
Debbie Tomassi

Her paint box was full of many colors, the brightest of hues. She brought the box with her everywhere she went and used it to color her world. She splashed her colors freely and with broad strokes. She painted the sky with rainbows. She painted yellow sunflowers and vivid blue oceans. She surrounded herself in passionate reds. She spoke with intense hues that swirled around her head in a vibrant spectrum. Her paints tumbled through the air like bright autumn leaves and whirled to the ground in a colorful symphony. And at the end of the day they exploded into the air like fireworks and fell into a sea of color.

His paint box was full of many colors, the darkest of hues. His colors had the strength and intensity of earth and stone. When he painted he created turbulent storms. He painted fiery canyons and the dense colors of the forest. He painted with the richness of fertile soil. He brushed them over the animals and the birds. And he painted the cool summer shadows. He surrounded himself in a blanket of darkness and painted the moon. His colors would clash together and spark like lightning, or gently blow and rustle through the branches of the trees. He painted cautiously, carefuly placing each and every stroke. His strokes were strong and deliberate.

One day she was painting the sky to the ground and he was painting the ground to the sky, when their colors met on the horizon. The paint ran together and danced and swirled above the mountian tops. It blended into the ocean. Together their palettes were broadened and the spectrum complete. Now they blissfully painted the world together on one broad canvas.

Then one day they decided they missed their own unique palette and decided the other's needed changing. She scrubbed and painted furiously to lighten his dark colors. She added more and more pigment and mixed her colors with his until her colors were spent. The harder she tried to change his colors the more her palette became dull and muddied.

Meanwhile, he had decided her colors were too brilliant. He tried unsuccessfully to paint his colors over hers. Then he carefully tried to remove his colors from the box. He regretted giving his colors so freely. The thought of losing their own unique colors made each of them sad. Tears fell into the palette and swirled around until they were a muddy brown. They stared down into the mixture of their colors, and it was then that they knew that their colors weren't gone. They were deeper and richer than ever. It was the contrast of his colors that made her colors burn brighter. And it was her bright colors that made his seem so strong. The contrast of their colors gave them balance. They each possessed the most beautiful colors in the paint box, and swirled together they made one.

So thats the story.......I'm a little confused by it.....I don't know if I'm thinking into it a little more than needed...maybe I could get some insight since most everyone on here has been married atleast a year and a half longer than me :D

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