So much of what we are today is made up of the experiences we've had as children. My love for letters came from afternoons spent watching my grandfather write. He had the most beautiful cursive and the 6 yr old me would beg him to teach me and grade my cursive (yes, I was THAT kid). December is always a bittersweet month as I remember the people who are no longer here with us, but then again, I am grateful to be able to do, and absolutely adore, doing the things that make me feel connected to those childhood memories. Grandpa was also an amazing gardener and loved nothing more than his flowers, he loved teaching me the name of each plant he had in our garden. Perhaps that too, is the reason why I paint flowers.