This would be the mother of all reveals, if one were keeping score. I thought I was going to skulk off into the sky, flying back to Minnesota, carrying with me the cloud of grief, but instead I will be carrying this Book of Love, to share with my family. How does one go about finding and composing the most apt words to convey how you have made me feel? You obviously know me well enough to know I am utterly moved. Picture me surrounded with rays of light, casting a pink glow. Both eyes filled with tears. One for sorrow, one for joy.
I will let the photos do the talking. Special thanks to Secret Agents JeriAnn, Julie, and Lisa who schemed and plotted and gathered a generous, thoughtful, loving, talented team of participants. I thank you all for the quiet, gentle embrace. I feel you.
Julie has loaded the pages onto flickr, you can visit HERE.
I know, can you imagine? I'm blown away too.
I am missing Shannon so much, but look how many art-sisters I have (plus an art-brother, Seth). A swarm of angels. I've said it before: You make grief endurable. With humble gratitude, Michelle.