This is the perfect moment to flap wings & yodel-le-e-hoo! that February is a lovely season in so many ways that I haven’t already shared here in recent days.
We celebrate, this week, the anniversary of our wonderful daughter’s marriage to her wonderful sweetheart. Happy Days Always! to our Beloved Anna & Petar, seen here in Boston at a New Year’s Eve[before Covid]
I always spend quality picture book time in February with the inventive love drawings of my pal Lisa Desimini, who created heartmelt individual art works for each poem of one of the best Valentine books on the planet. Her co-creator is the esteemed poet Arnold Adoff, & the modern classic book to know is LOVE LETTERS.
And, it’s also time to drum a big Ta, dah! with Lots of cheers & all that jazz for our dear pal Stan, who is an active 100 this week. Stan, You always put the jazz in jazztime! And I hope my oyster plaque shows our affection for you. Finally, My man & I snuggle extra [foto before Covid] all February ’cause at the top of the month his parents wed in their native Sicily. I am blessed big time in February connections of Love.
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So glad to see all this love in your life, Jan, now time for March & hope for better days coming, too.
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Such joy in this post, Jan! Thank your for all of these people and all of this fine work to celebrate as we wave farewell to February… they are all worth celebrating all year long! XOXO
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Love Letters looks simply loverly! 🙂 Happy Final Day of February!
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What a lovely post full of love to share all around!
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How beautiful! kisses to Stan…and to you…and to your pals that bring more art to our world.
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What a lovely post this is, Jan! I got to see Lisa Desimini’s work on her site and learned about Arnold Adoff. I’d love to read love letters. I so admire his wife Virginia Hamilton and loved her books. So your husband’s parents were from Sicily? My husband parents are both of Silician descent. When we went there a few years ago, he felt like he belonged.
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