In 2013, a YouTube video and a set of watercolors started something I couldn't have predicted. What followed was a gallery in a small Massachusetts town, a season of life that asked me to close that door, and five years of secondary infertility that tangled grief into every brushstroke. Painting was my escape and my heartache all at once - and for a while, I had to walk away from it entirely. This is the story of how it all came back together, and what bloomed on the other side.