Yes, it was FireWorks Art Cafe's birthday on Friday -- it's been one entire, eventful year since I opened the doors and gave birth to a dream I've had since I was a little, artistic, pencil and paint collecting girl.
My mom always said she wasn't artistic, but she was -- she had a picture she drew when she was younger of a ballerina that I thought was beautiful. I'm not sure what happened to her dream and why she felt she wasn't an artist, but I'm sure that's why she encouraged me to always listen to my inner artist and even if it wasn't great, to keep on drawing, painting, sewing, crafting...whatever. So, on this upcoming mother's day I just want to say...
Thanks, Mom.
Without you I wouldn't be living my dream right now. Thank you for the thousands of trips to Ben Franklin's, thank you for buying me new sets of paints and pencils knowing that I already had plenty of them at home already , thank you for buying me pads, sheets and books of different kinds of paper depending on whether I was drawing, painting, watercoloring or sketching, thank you for making sure my yarn supply was always colorful and unique, that I had every single size of crochet hook, knitting needle and new craft book to hit the streets, thank you for spending the little bit of extra money dad gave you each week on me and my art, and thank you even more for accepting every handmade gift, no matter how hideous, with bright smiling eyes and telling me how much you loved it.
Thanks, Mom -- I love you too.
