Perspective

Everything here is comfortable and intentional and has been a part of those I love. My chair sits to the left and I look up at them each day and remember.

My daughter sent a piece of art from Niamey, where she lives, that reminded her of me. Old cameras from my Dad and Mom. Books of my husband's that make me laugh.

And most recently, a piece sculpted for my father by his dear friend, and now a friend of mine, the Sheepish Contraptionier.

I have learned that family is what you make it and it isn't necessarily blood lines.

I am learning to look for things that make me smile. These small things make me smile.