An artist in her own right, she doesn't see herself as such.
Always putting family and friends first,
she dreams of joining Pam and I on our artist retreats.
And that is what it is...a dream,
for she will never do it, will never take time for herself.
Katy told me once - when I was angry at the world, at moving, at leaving family, friends and home behind -
that she was not going to let me not be her friend.
8 years later, I'm treating her to lunch in celebration of her birthday and our friendship...and giving her this book, newly finished just this morning as she so admired the journals made at Pam's. Shhh....Katy doesn't know I've made her one. Thankfully, she doesn't read the blog!