I hesitate to print this as the fond memory and spontaneity of the moment may make it loom bigger in your minds than it ought. Bare in mind that this was very off the cuff and heart felt, but not to be analyzed too heavily. I will be getting the photo album together as soon as Lonnie geta a chance to photo shop-not pressure Lonnie, I know your plate has been very full and challenging.
Kay: You are the marble counter top, beautifully developed through time and pressure. You have substance, endurance, and are not only functional but ornamental as well. You can take the pressure and the heat and hold up remarkably.
Deb: You are the hand made pottery, hand-shaped by God and uniquely one of a kind. You are not only decorative, but you put the ‘fun’ in functional. Your whimsy puts a smile into the ordinary.
Lonnie: You are the color on the walls. You make the non-descript, alive, pulling out the best the room has to offer. You can set the tone with deep rich color or just eye popping brightness.
Deborah: You are the decorative pillow, lovely and tasteful to look at, but more importantly, comfort with which to relax. You willingly lend your support even if it means it puts you in someone’s shadow.
Marilyn: You are the bowl of fresh fruit, full of much life sustaining substance and yet so easy to entreat, sweet and colorful. Your fruit is ‘produced’ from strong trees with deep well watered roots.
Debbie: You are the fanciful water pitcher, delightfully quirky and fun, but of a quality that is unique and timeless. You are as transparent as water you offer, and essential as water is for life, so is the joy and laughter you serve with it.
Cecelia: You are the table, bringing people around you and providing the framework in which friendship and connection can happen. As with fine wood that has served well, has developed a patina with age that has only made her more rich and beautiful, yet unwavering in function and undemanding for attention. You function well for both work and play; practical, stable, essential and productive.
Kathy: I am the tennis shoe, a bit worn and stinky, but always willing to go.