Small victory without my Muse

I just sold my first painting! It's a big achievement for me. The kind of moment I'd rush to tell her about. She'd be so proud, her excitement probably louder than mine. She had always believed in me even when I didn't. A price of me now hangs in a stranger home, I wish she were still in mine. 

But she is not here there's no call, no text, no “ I knew you could do it! ” just the quiet satisfaction of a dream inching closer. The bittersweet ache of wanting to share it with the one who made me feel like I could do anything in the world. 

I am happy I really am, but I can't help but feel the empty space where her joy would have been. Some VICTORIES are meant to be SHARED but I guess this is just one I'll carry on my own. 

I really miss you! I wish you were here beside me today and share my joy like you always did.