Take A Bow

Pieced with love, hand quilted, Anne's art is completed.



Look at what my friend Anne made! I want to say "Ta Da!"
I want her to take a bow, the way small children do, unselfconsciously, and gleefully.

We all love that Maria claps for herself. She knows the joy of pride. She wants everyone to join her celebrations, when she walks, when she dances, when she sings a song; she wants to share the pleasure of success, of accomplishment, of happiness. It seems like somewhere in our life journey we lose a bit of our thrill in our accomplishments. Maybe we become modest, less boastful. Maybe we can't see the simple pleasure of our lesser achievements. Balance. I know we don't need to take a bow every time we load the dishwasher. Let's not seek standing ovations for emptying the trash, but I think it would be nice to feel a little giddy about what we do, even for our lesser accomplishments. And for something like finishing a first ever quilting project, I would like to applaud loudly and give Anne a standing ovation.




And for Alex, another round of applause please.
He is entering a Lego contest with his original BIONICLE creation, which he named Jim.