You out there?
I'm super pleased to announce that I've opened an Etsy shop! FOLLOW ME to check out what I have to offer! It's mostly Father's Day cards right now but there will plenty more popping up soon. This is such an exciting time for me. I feel so motivated to work and improve and challenge myself, and now I have something to hold me accountable!
I had a dream the other night that we were celebrating Christmas and my birthday-two days that are two months apart- at the same time. My mom was still here and neither she nor my dad could remember which birthday it was. I had to correct them and make them do the math. There were so many presents, all nonsensical. An extendable arm grabber thing? But then, THEN, my mom gave my sister and me matching gift boxes. That's always how we did it, too. A few gifts were identical in wrapping and content, and we had to open them at the same time. So we opened the gift and inside found ballet pointe shoes. Now, I quit ballet lessons before I could really even read well, and am one of the least graceful people on this blessed earth. I came to terms with that reality less than a year ago, which is appalling when you look at my history of unexplained bruises and tripping over air. So should I ever receive ballet pointe shoes in reality, someone doesn't know me at all. But in my dream, my mom beamed at us with pride. And instead of feeling uncomfortable or scoffing at her, I understood that she knew something. She knew that we would excel at it, and there was no doubt in my mind that she was right. I (in dreamland) am destined to be a great ballerina. It was akin to how C.S. Lewis describes the feeling that washes over the Pevensie children when they hear of and see Aslan for the first time. You just know all is right.
I'm not a huge believer in dream-interpreting. Occasionally a dream like this pops up, though, and I reconsider. With all the upheaval that has plagued me of late, seeing my mom look at me like that and just tell me with her eyes and expression that I was bound for success? Unparalleled in the warm and fuzzies. So as I move forward with these endeavors, I'm going to remember that look. I'm going to believe that my mom laid her hand on God's shoulder and patiently waited for Him to turn and say, "Yes, Daughter?" so that she could ask to inhabit my dream that night. She was always my biggest fan and encourager and believer and constructive critic. I think she'd be proud now. I think she'd tell every person she knew about my little shop. I think she'd hug me real tight and kiss me and tell me how proud she is. I know she would.
So like a groundbreaking ceremony, consider this my official dedication of this new little enterprising corner of the world to my sweet mama.