When my children were young, I would ask them if their hearts needed refilling. I would then scoop them within my arms and squeeze them with love from the supply God gives all mothers. Inextinguishable. I would ask how full they were. To their knees? To their shoulders? To the tippy tops of their heads? As soon as they would say they were full, I would say "Quick, let me seal your heart with a kiss."
This is how my heart feels today after stopping by blog after blog to be filled with the creative squeezes of the most wonderful group of women I have ever had the pleasure to know.
Themes carefully considered, papers chosen, embellishments gathered, creative thoughts and techniques shared. A joyous year long adventure begun. A hostess overwhelmed with gratitude.
I felt my mother's presence very close to me as I viewed each tag wanting to leave just the right comment to convey the appreciation of effort and recognition of talent. Most of all I wanted to tell you how much your work has touched me.
Blue skies, snow on the ground, a beloved town whose every street is a welcomed byway.