I’d just gotten in from grocery shopping (that’s why I look so good), and guess what I found on my doorstep! This is the package I’ve been waiting for: the book that Marta made for me. It’s a gift which combines all my loves–art, fiction, and hand-crafted…ness. The book is The Labyrinth House, one I gave a critique a few months (a year?) back, so it has sentimental value, not to mention I’ve been wanting to get my hands on some of Marta’s art, and now I have it. Here’s a link to her art page, Words Are Art. Go browse…buy something. One of these days it will be worth ten times what you paid, mark my words.

My 10-year-old daughter loves to look at Marta’s pictures, so she is thrilled with the book, even though the story is too old for her. I need to put it under glass so she won’t smudge it with all her touching. I’ll do that after I read it again.

Looking at my gift, I see inspiration, anticipation, friendship, and beauty. It touches me so deeply that I’m not sure I can even see all the ways it touches me.

I’ll stop gushing now. I just wanted you to see it.