This blog post is far from complete; in fact, it (as of early-mid March) remains in an embryonic state, and not for lack of many hours of work already put into it. That is because, the bulk of the work I have put into this blog post, thus far, has involved assembling, scanning and then editing the scanned images of the handmade greeting cards and related wonderful creations my daughter has given me over a span of several decades. After publishing this post at the beginning of February, I had to focus my attention on work-related tasks, hoping that I could add a little more to this post on my lunch breaks and, bit-by-bit, add more narrative.

I got the idea for this post in January, after putting in so much effort throughout December writing my previous post. My bright idea was that I would focus on scanning the delightful creations mentioned above, then assemble them into a blog post interspersed lighthearted narrative describing each of these wonderful treasures. Somehow I had forgotten that even the prep work in these kinds of endeavors can take up a huge amount of time.

Let me now make clear that I say all this not as a whiner or complainer. Far from it! I am so grateful for stumbling into an opportunity to revisit the wonderful treasures my daughter has crafted over the decades. My daughter is a wonderful human being, and I am the luckiest father alive. That said, I may be putting this post together over the next several months, even as I continue to try and churn out a new post to this blog once every month.

So many of these treasures rank among my “favorites” that it’s almost meaningless to begin labeling “my favorites” as such. Having said that, I’ll go ahead and label this beautiful hand-crafted golden heart-poem as “one of my favorites.” I’m an old man with a fading memory, but as I recall, Sofia likely gave me this creation when I lived in the Lafayette Apartments on SW 16th Ave & Yamhill St. She likely still lived in the top-floor apartment in a building on SW St Claire Ave, just off SW Park Pl, a few floors up from her mom’s office.