Much like Frances Mayes in Under the Tuscan Sun, I have fallen in love with the Virgin Mary.
Like Mayes, I am not Catholic, and certainly don’t pray to Mary. But her watchful gaze, and tender look watch over me from several areas within my home, and like Mayes, I have come to think of her as more like my beloved Aunt Mary. A friend and confidante. Someone to share my burdens and woes with.
Here is another of the Virgin Mary paintings that hang within our home.
I don’t know the artist. But I am in love with it. And one day, I will leave it to my grandchildren. And pray that Mary will bring them the comfort she has brought to me.