This is thirty-five.

This is thirty-five. I've got more gray hair than I did last year and I refuse to color it. I have a few more lines around my eyes. I have a few more wrinkles. I have a hormonal mask from having a baby when I was thirty-three. 

Some of my most cherished moments over the last twelve months have come from my sweet family (those tiny babies grow up so fast!). I've also been thrilled with the books that I've written and the books that I've illustrated.

I'm ending this month by preparing some paintings to be hung in local businesses, trying to finish up a canvas for an art show, prepping some small pieces to take to a gallery, and sketching out and working on some commissions!