Every time I look at this beautiful bowl, I think of my dear friend, Erica. I think of all the fun, special, meaningful times we have had together. I think of that run we took through Forest Park in Portland, OR – and how, when we got to the end, we both said, “AGAIN!” and ran it all over again. Just because it felt so good.
I think of the great food she cooks and that brunch with her family when her daughter started fooling around with some bongos. We all grabbed shakers and drums and made wonderful music that morning with our tummies and hearts so full. I can still touch that feeling because of this bowl.
My friend’s hands painted all of the details – the leaves, the yellow, the orange (her signature color!), the touches of blue, and the special words. I remember waving to Erica and her husband as I drove away, moving to the East Coast and the ache I felt at leaving. I live so far away now and we have busy lives, but I can keep her close with this bowl.
Handmade gifts can do that in a way that nothing else can.
Her husband, Michael, made this ornament for me. I love it too much to put it away with the rest of my Christmas decorations. He made it with the power of his own lungs. I guess some of his breath is probably sealed inside. I like that. Anything handmade carries a piece of the person who made it.
I can see the progression of their abilities over the years and I love knowing that they worked hard on these things because they wanted me to be happy.
I love the iguana I got for Mother’s Day,
the beaver I got for Christmas,
and even creations I can’t identify anymore.
I even love the handmade gifts which were made by someone I don’t know, because I know the giver picked them especially for me. I know there is no other thing in the world with this exact same combination of orange and pink which made my beau think of me when he saw this. What are your favorite gifts?