Gifts from God, this Christmas;
one of my favorites-
Sitting at the table with my mother, for hours, with the paints.
I got to see her joy at the way the colors bleed and mix, her creativity and laughter at the mistakes. I see her mind spinning with possibilities and smile when she tells me in the morning that she was laying in bed plotting a trip to Hobby Lobby.
The artist in her reawakens, and she is beautiful.
Thanks for sharing those moments with me, mom.
I hope you keep painting.
(Penmenship is not my strength, and I was tempted to crop my messy words out, but I'm going to let them stand, because that's exactly the point. Stay awake, imperfect artsy person within me, and do your art!)