This weekend was the annual street painting festival in our town. Last year I did an angel for my sister. This year, I painted an angel cat  in memory of our cat.

We had a wonderful time. And I love street painting. Such magic in the idea of working for hours to create something temporary - like building a snowman, street paintings only last until it rains.  But can I tell you how thrilling it is, to walk down the street and see it come alive with art!

I'm proud to say my mom started the festival eight years ago.  The first year, Solomon was growing in my belly, barely making himself known as I painted a picture beside Maria. It's hard to believe how much time has gone by. How Solomon can patiently sit and enjoy it and how Henry is a budding artist himself adding a color or two to the background.

So many people stopped as I was drawing my angel cat and told me about their own pets.  We shared stories, a few mentioned the rainbow bridge.

So tonight, I'm thinking what a beautiful day it was, how wonderful it is that love stays with you and how important it is to make something special, especially something temporary, because it all lasts in memory.