I’m not quite sure how this happened, but this week my son turned 36. My firstborn. The boy who made me a mommy; the man who made me a grandma. Amazing. It is; he is.
And so of course I had to make him a card. Because that’s what I do. I make lots of cards. Unfortunately most of them never see the inside of an envelope. This one did. And it actually got mailed, too.
This card made me smile like crazy before it got mailed. I really liked the way it came out, but mostly it made me smile because it’s the first card in a long time that I just made. I didn’t (consciously) CASE anybody’s work, I didn’t follow a sketch challenge, I just made it. And it was good.
This makes me smile, too: my son as a baby, and my son as a daddy.
How time flies…