Our daughter has always had a gift for creativity, probably inherited from her parents, but has blossomed in her own way. She consistently goes for the paper and crayons to make stories, write books, or illustrate pictures of her family. She loves to sing, making up words to everyday songs, entertaining us along the way. There have been pieces of her art hanging in the city library, on the wall of the neighborhood gas station, and on our family refrigerator of course. A few contests have gone her way, either at the hair salon or at my workplace where she's won assorted prizes and gifts that she had more than deserved. During the first few days of moving into our house here in Monroe, we had a great friend come and get her for a few hours so we could work on getting things in and out quicker. During her stay, she painted a pretty good portrait of the sun pushing it's way in the sky amongst the clouds. Very colorful and thought out, she completed it with her name, forever cementing her place in the art world. I took this picture today, as we have several of her pieces in our front four-seasons room, like the flower pot she made for Mothers' Day and a birdhouse constructed during one of her kids' days at The Home Depot. Thinking that it would make a neat shot with her name on her masterpiece, I snapped this picture and hoped to include a piece of the birdhouse too. When the time comes around, I can almost be certain to hear about an original "Olivia" to be auctioned off at Christie's, that was painted during her "formative" years.
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