you speak my language

rainy day artstudioforchildren


Yesterday I got together for an early breakfast with a great friend. The sun was out. We sat under a big umbrella on a pretty patio.

And then it poured rain.

I mean poured.

We were there for two and a half hours, eating, laughing, talking, brainstorming-while the rain fell in buckets all around us.

This is the way it is with great friends.

They speak your language. And you so love being with them that you don’t come in out of the rain.



My friends are a great source of so much for me, I cannot imagine life without them. Besides the excellent shenanigans, they help me with  and support all my ideas and me theirs. Here is my latest and I am excited about it.


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