26 years ago
when i was 26 years young
a beautiful baby boy was born to me
i unscientifically knew for sure he was going to be a boy
but i didn't know what to do with a boy.
i thought, "if he's artistic and funny, maybe i'll know what to do."
and for once in my life, BOY did my wish ever come true.
he's an artist, a punk rocker, a pro skateboarder, and
really and truly the funniest person i've ever met.
(proof: milk once literally came out of my nose from his making me laugh --
and that was when he was only 9.)
when he was 18 i let him get this, his first tattoo
of a logo he designed for his someday-in-the-future skateboard company
which he named "filth."
shortly after graduating from art school,
he painted a series of "fortune cats"
to express something about the pressure an artist feels to "make money"
i don't have pictures of all of them
because some have been sold, and some he hasn't sent me yet.
last year i gave him a small ceramic fortune cat
which i just happened to "luck" upon.
and this year, to mark two of my lifetimes
and how fortunate i've been to have him
i crocheted one for him, to add to his collection.