Lily has always loved creating art. My sisters helped cultivate her love of art; they gave her a pair of safety scissors before she was three, finger paint, and Lily’s favorite art supply: tape.
When Lily was five years old, she painted a picture that she modeled after her Aunt Heather’s paintings. She called it “Swirly Swirly.”
My little Emmy has been singing and dancing since she could walk. When she was about two years old, Emmy’s cousin taught her Our Song by Taylor Swift.
… on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
’cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
The first date: “Man, I didn’t kiss her, and I should have”
And when I got home … ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
The apples don’t fall far from the trees; Lily and Emmy’s aunts are art and music professors. Das liegt in der Familie!
How could summer possibly be over? Every year, June, July and August just seem to fly by. I want more time by the pool soaking in the sun! I need more picnics! More cookouts! Why does summer have to be over?
It happens every year, doesn’t it. So here is a recap of how I spent my summer vacation.
I remember when my mom and dad brought my little sister home from the hospital. I thought she was the most precious baby ever! I was eight years old and couldn’t wait to hold my new baby sister. But I had the sniffles, and I was afraid I would make her sick. If I remember correctly, I washed my hands really well, and my mom placed Heather in my arms anyway.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about my sister Meredith and her music compositions for Spin Cycle. When I asked Gretchen, our Spin Cycle hostess, to provide “art” as a prompt so I could tell you about my other little sister, she kindly obliged! (Thanks, Gretchen!)
For almost as long as I can remember, Heather has been creative. Whether it was choosing her own clothes and fixing her hair in wild arrangements, sewing little blankets and clothes for her dolls, or drawing pictures, Heather had creativity in her blood. When mothers came to my classroom door and apologized for their daughters’ strange clothes or hair, I told them that my sister used to do the exact same thing and she turned out alright. Now my own daughters come to school with crazy hair and clothes, and I’m the mother shaking my head. Just like my mom did with Heather, I let my daughters express themselves in fashion, with weird and sometimes wonderful results.
When I was a horse crazy tween (although nobody used the word “tween” back then), Heather drew a picture of a horse just for me. I still treasure it. Not everyone gets a green and pink horse from their little sister!
Heather is a professor at Bradley University. She has had several gallery exhibitions, and this August we are going to Peoria, IL for two openings. If you are in the area, stop by! Be sure to say “hi!”