Mothers… the keeper of all things made of buttons, construction paper, finger paint, cotton balls, popsicle sticks, report cards, ribbons, trophies, and locks of hair. My mother, lovingly kept most of my art for which I am grateful. Had she not been the organized hoarder that she is (love you, Ma….) I would not be able to revel in my 3rd grade cursive talent! Sorry, but I was damn good! That little 8 yr. old Angel could kill it with some cursive technique. You can see how exacting I was. God! Did I get out a ruler and compass to measure those loops?!! And those loops!!! Sooooooo buttery… The angles! I don’t even come close to writing like this anymore. I crave to be this pure again.
Awww, so cute how I would put a halo over my name…
