My Nana lived in a small apartment. She didn’t have a lot of belongings, but her home transported me into a safe place of love and creativity where I was the center of her world.
I used to spend entire weekends at her place sewing whatever project I decided sounded fun, eating eggs for breakfast, and baking one huge cookie with the dough for an entire batch. I loved my Nana.
This little turtle box was always one of my favorite things to find in her apartment. I would pick it up, feel the bumps, and look inside. One day I also found this mouse and rabbit. I put them inside and that’s where I found them every visit after. Today, the sight and feel of this box takes me back, and I smile when I open it.
My Nana made the world a better place. Now it’s my turn.
