I have grown a whole new appreciation for “art” since having kids. I don’t read Martha Stewart Living and envision a paper bag turkey as my centerpiece, but sometimes the heart of your child is more important than having a perfectly set table.
We have a simple garland of dollar store leaves strung on yarn hanging on the wall, washable marker drawings of sunsets and dragons on the fridge, and laminated construction paper as a placemat. And it is all beautiful. Today, I am thankful for my art and for the little hands that made it.