Another Day at the Office

Can't complain when a "day at the office" consists of me standing in a sunlit art room, looking out over an incredible rolling view of the beaver valley and hills, watching Cuinn chasing butterflies in the backyard, with my hands immersed in hot soapy water, sculpting cute little baby booties that will warm some tiny tootsies in the not-so-distant cooler months of winter. The sound of the wind in the huge poplar tree out back is a beautiful accompaniment to the delighted squeals of a little boy enjoying the feel of soft grass on his bare feet.

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