I dug out an old treasure I once painted for Mom. It’s a picture of Mom’s first name (Danuta) that I made out of special characters, meaningful to her and my childhood. Like the owl, which has always been one of Mom’s favorite animals. The gift was one of those things stashed away somewhere to be retrieved by me to see daylight once more. I brought it to Mom the other day, and she smiled from ear to ear seeing it. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that it was the first time that she saw it. It was neat to witness the joy on her face that this simple, yet with love made gift brought to her. For me, I was blessed to experience this moment, and to know that she liked it.