For my birthday this year all I wanted was one of my late grandpa’s paintings. He passed when I was very young, but of the handful of memories I DO have he was always in his art studio (and sometimes yelling at me to get out as I wasn’t allowed in the studio!). By chance my grandma is thinning out her collection of his artwork (and that of my actual grandpa, who passed well before I was even a thought) and she gifted me TWO of his paintings. He was an artist for Boeing way back in the day - these two paintings were supposed to be part of a collection of artwork of the same plane that never actually ended up getting used.
Regardless, I feel so fortunate to now have these in my possession. As a severely sentimental person I can’t quite verbalize just how much this means to me. But I’m very, very happy. ❣️❣️❣️