For the last three years, my mom has sent her art across many miles, in a discarded wine box, always in time for December 1. My mom's creativity amazes and inspires me anyway and for the month of December I am especially in admiration. The excitement of childhood to discover what is behind little paper doors each day has carried over to adulthood...
I pulled off the cardboard that separates the two layers of images to be met with Olive's little face, replicated in watercolor. Underneath each mini-painting is a little gift, sometimes marked with and "A", sometimes a "J", and, most always, little treats for the beloved grand-dog.
Olive and Jamie get just as excited as I do to see what each day holds. Olive eagerly shoves her nose into the box, finding the days that hold presents for her. Although the box has traveled almost all the way across the country, it makes me feel close to home, to Maine, and to both my parents. Dad's influence and artistry is also present, coming in the form of mini Nepalese prayer flags and a handmade wooden puzzle, carved by his own hands.
It makes me realize, even more deeply, where my own love for creativity comes when I see the talents that both my parents possess.
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