Right, like I could pull off wordless. Why communicate without words when 213 will do? I’m ornery (-ier?) today because mendacity is our kitchen contractor’s unofficial motto. In place of bitching though (because stay tuned, surely there is enough fodder to fuel an upcoming “Lies Our Kitchen Contractor Told” post that at least octuples the 213 words I suggested above and I’m really in no mood for “I told you so”), I’m sharing with you a gift I received yesterday.
It’s Wordless Wednesday in the blogosphere, but I am not wordless; I’m speechless. This arrived on my doorstep last evening from my friend, Nikki. She’s been drawing and sketching in response to and/or in avoidance of the hate and crazy perpetrated on social media of late ’cause she’s smart like that.
Have you had something created especially for you? Not because you commissioned a piece of art, but because a friend thought enough of you to create something spontaneous and unique, because that friend wanted to wrap you up in a hug so tight it would make right everything in your world? My friend created something quite distinctively me: my song; greater than gravity for #1 Son; baseball for #2. She recently referred to me as the friend everyone needs, but that’s not me. It’s her. See?