Hallmark hasn’t gotten any business from me in many years — not because I’m boycotting them or anything, but because I have no need for what they sell. That’s because my youngest daughter makes all my cards for me. She’s been doing this since she was just a little sprout (she’s now 17).
When my husband and I recently celebrated our 35th wedding anniversary, our daughter made a card for him to give me, and one for me to give him. Here’s his:
And here’s mine:
And here’s the card she made for my birthday:
When she’s not drawing, or singing, or playing the piano, or reading, or knitting, or climbing trees, or riding her bike, she loves to act. Recently she played the part of Beatrice in Shakespeare’s “Much Ado about Nothing,” part of the local theater guild’s Shakespeare in the Park series. Here’s a picture of her tormenting her love interest, Benedick — something Beatrice spends most of the play doing, before finally giving in and marrying him in the end:
Later this month she’ll be performing in a program her voice teacher puts on every summer, called “A Little Bit of Broadway.” The students perform songs from Broadway shows, in costume and in character. My daughter will be singing “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked. I haven’t asked her yet how she plans to color her skin green for the performance — I’m not sure I want to know.
Never a dull moment!