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All for one and one for all...

Three Musketeers Watching Sunset on Fitton Green sharpie and oil pastel

“All for one and one for all.” 


I thought I would bid farewell to these 29 days with me and my girls taking in the sunset atop one of my favorite views.

This was drawn at a time when our little threesome became my sense of home and identity, and having these little ones, now big, by my side has given my life meaning and purpose, and has changed me in every way that is good.

This is how I want to go out, in the end, like watching the sunset with my girls--feeling the warm glow casting itself around the valley, lighting up eyelashes and strands of angel hair, until the light recedes and is no more.

Thank you to those who joined me on this journey. The gifts have been all mine-- to share my creations and to be met with such tender love and kindness. I honor you all as fellow creators and humans on the journey. It is a joy to call you friends.

I can't wait to be on the receiving end of your creations, and to keep a life-long sharing of our hearts and souls in creative reverie.


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  1. You're amazing. I love you (and this sweet, beautiful, love-filled drawing of you & your precious girls). And your writing is just gorgeous, my friend.

    HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, my most beloved friend!

    You rocked it. You rock.

    LOVE galore.

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    1. Thank you so much, sweet Julia. I appreciate you being here, and thanks for all your encouragement to show up here. Love galore back and more! XO

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  2. Happy Birthday, dear Brooke. Thank you for the gift that you are. What wonderful presents we have opened these last twenty-nine days. Thank you x 29! Wishing you a new year of happy surprises! Much love to you and the other two musketeers!

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    1. Thank you so much, Elizabeth. Thank you for taking the time to open each gift! I have so appreciated your presence here, and thank you for making it a real party to be at! I wish you the same year of beauty and surprises. Much love to you, dear Elizabeth, and so much gratitude.

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