Look at you...1949. Caught in a moment, completely by surprise. I've always loved this picture of you. Just a kid, you know what day this was. All you've accomplished since then...all you've given us. It's pretty cool.
Thank you...for everything.
Thanks for politely asking me, "now tell me about this picture" when you couldn't tell what it was I had drawn. I (eventually) learned politeness and delicacy in awkward situations (although one might not realize, being around me much, that I have learned that skill...but we'll just say, for the sake of this post, that I have).
Thanks for reading me Dr. Seuss and Maurice Sendak, my personal superheroes...and for sitting with me while we pointed out every little funny detail in each illustration and each border, on every single page. I learned what I wanted to do with my life.
Thanks for the reams upon reams of used mimeograph paper you lugged home from work for so many years, for me to draw on the back. I learned the importance of recycling.
Thanks for always making me "fill up the whole page"...never letting me just draw one small thing in the center only to toss it aside and start a new one. I learned to never let an inch of my page go to waste, and I guess that could be my "signature style".
Thanks for not thinking it was weird that all I ever wanted to do when I came home from school was sit in my room and draw. I learned to cherish my quiet alone creative time.
Happy 81st Mama...wishing you a perfect birthday today and a whole bunch more to come.
I love you.