There is some irony here.

I hate being late. It seems that I was much more on the ball and prompt before I was married. As a single woman, I would (for the most part) hop out of bed each morning and make it to work EARLY. I know, it sounds incredible. And now, I find it impossible.

Something about being a Bassett has slowed me down, has forced me to stop and smell the roses. And, being a Bassett has for some reason made me late. All the time. I am late to work and late to church and late to family gatherings. I'm horrible. I get frustrated with myself and frustrated with Blaine, even though the fact that we like cuddling with each other and talking to each other in the mornings is what slows us down, and I love the talks and the cuddles. 

So, this brings me to the topic of this post. A few months ago, we were very late to church, and Blaine walked into the chapel. I refused to walk in because I hate walking in to the chapel for an 11 o'clock meeting for which I have no good late excuse, so I stayed in the lobby, stubborn and alone. Blaine eventually came out to get me, and he used the sneakiest logic ever to get me to go into the chapel with him. He asked me if I would rather make it to heaven late, or not at all. Then, he asked me if I would have rather married him later (like, at the ripe old age of 26) or not at all. So, the gist is that late is better than never. And walking into the chapel late is better than not going to church at all.

I got the great idea to make a piece of wall art to symbolize this idea, to remind me to be calm and zen when I am running late. 

It was my idea to give this to Blaine for Valentine's Day. 

It is now March 22, and I have finished the gift.

Blaine's Valentine's Gift. :)