n Groundhog Day (February 2nd, although I’m sure you didn’t need that clarification because it’s obviously a huge deal), I turned twenty-nine! It’s been a wonderful birthday week and I feel so loved and spoiled by everyone in my life.
Present opening was a key component to the celebration, and my sister Leah got a package in the mail that arrived right on time. She’s currently spending her days building a tiny house in Kentucky – if that sounds intriguing, you can see her progress wonderfully documented on her Instagram.
Leah’s package was decorated with some weasel folk-art. I’m telling you, there has NEVER been a better weasel artist than Leah Nixon. I die for them every time.
I could not believe my eyes when I opened the box and found what was curled inside…my favorite folk-art animal, Mr. Narhwal, COME TO LIFE. First, let’s take a look at the paper version (I used this guy to announce my blog launch awhile back):
Now, take a look at the 3D version:
Can you believe that Leah made that with her own two hands?!? It’s so good! I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN PROPERLY EXPRESS IT EXCEPT THROUGH YELLING ON THE INTERNET!!!
For whatever reason, Graham is OBSESSED with this Narwhal (of course, who can blame him? It’s amazing!). The second I pulled it out of the box, he started going crazy. It is currently residing on a very high shelf because I’m afraid that Graham will go and snatch it the second I turn my head.Yesterday, he started to whine and I looked over and saw him intensely focused at the narwhal, trying to will it down from the shelf.
When I introduced Mr. Folk-art Narwhal to Mr. 3D Narwhal, they totally hit it off. It was like long-lost brothers being reunited at last. Which brings us to our Folk-Art Friday image…
Just for the record, I want to let you know…if you’re reading this, you make me come alive. Thank you. If you’ve left a comment or sent me an email or told me during a phone chat that you’re enjoying this little space, it has nourished me. Thank you.
Here’s my Friday challenge, friend: let’s go out today and tell at least one person in our lives that they make us come alive. That the party wouldn’t be the same without them. Nawhals aren’t the only ones who like to hear those words. Don’t we all crave that validation, knowing that we matter deeply to someone else?
Go do it! The world is waiting!