I am ashamed to admit that sometimes my family members are the last people to receive handmades to mark special occasions. I think it's because I know that they will forgive me if I'm a
But often times I am reminded that we only have so many birthdays and anniversaries to celebrate in a given lifetime. And when I stop to remember that life speeds past so fast... like the lifespan of a bloom... I push myself to meet a birthday deadline.
My father's birthday and parent's anniversary fall under the same month. My father was the one who taught me how to give in a handmade way. When my sister and I were little we would ask dad what he wanted for his birthday... he would always exclaim that he wanted something handmade... not store bought. Often times, as we pulled all nighters to finish handmade presents, we would exclaim how it was so hard... how we wish that dad would be placated with store bought something.
It wasn't until I got older that I really started to appreciated the love that can be put into a handmade object. Being the recipient of handmade lovelies I have often found those items to be the ones that receive places of honor within my home and heart. It isn't in the product... but the love that is carried with that said product.
So with the musings in my mind and heart... I'm pushing hard to finish these small tokens of love and expression for my parents... the two people who taught me about love and sacrifice. The two people I think of often now that I am on my own journey into motherhood.