I don’t know which day it was this year that I painted that little pink bird in the corner. I’m guessing it was a challenging day, if I could only bring myself to make these few lines. So you might wonder why I love this bird. It’s not the most detailed. Nor the most realistic. I have painted far more complex birds with extravagant companions. But this little beauty, in its simplicity, all on its own, did something magical. She took away the dull remains of that day, wiped them from memory, and left me in the joy of pink. Her size is so deceiving — nothing small could do all that!  

I hope I can bring the pink today, when asked to do the little things. Before I think, what could it possibly matter… let me offer my smallest of strokes. My tiniest of gifts. They might just turn out to be magical.