As I round the corner to my oldest child’s birthday, 27 years of indelible, magic moments crush to the front of my mind. Saving the soliloquy which will cite my total adoration of him for the actual day, my attention is aimed first to a creative, colorful bent. Long gone are the days of baby …
The older I get, the more I savor the past. It’s not specifically the whirlwind and mind-boggling speed with which time tears past, but more about the disappearance of things beloved. My house, designed & built from my and my children’s imaginations, is filled with talismans of all of our childhoods. If you popped by …
Happy Birthday To Me.
