I feel bad.
The package arrived a week ago, right after we got back from the ocean, and I was SO excited, but there were other things to do.
I don’t blog like I used to, and before I knew it, a week had gone by and I hadn’t yet celebrated what was an extraordinary compliment–for me, and accomplishment–for the artist.
I feel like I need to do that now.
For those of you who have read my Little Goddess series, you should recognize this. It is, after all, replicated down to the tiniest detail.
I wish I was better at pictures–behind the bench with Adrian’s face on it (and the magical color-changing cushions!) is a wall with tiny stones, and flowers. There are ladybugs in unexpected places, and eyes as well. Remember–anything might be sentient on Green’s Hill. The tiny basket of knitting is really knitted. The roses have no thorns. And the words to the song our heroes sang to bind the hill and the spell to their love are written along the edge of the sculpture.
Tiny blue flowers dot the landscape, and snapdragons abound.
I have been presented with some beautiful fan art–and it always brings me to tears.
The book with my logo etched in the pages. *holds hands to heart*
The yarn felted dragon, when that was–briefly–my logo. *eyes grow bright and shiny*
Yarn, specially spun or dyed for me. Tiny bags meant for knitting socks. A scarf, handed to me spontaneously from a friend.
All of these gifts–and there are so many more I’m not giving justice to.
And this one–this one brought me to my knees.
My children–Squish in particular–lost their minds. I was explaining what each detail meant, and Squish looked at me and said, “You thought of this?”
“Well, yes! But Devony created it.”
“But you thought of it!”
I did. A very long time ago. And to know it still lives makes me cry all over again.
Thank you, to everyone who has written me a letter or sent me a card or given me a gift because I’ve moved you.
You let me know that my words will live a while yet.