Origami-mommy

I don't know how she does it because I've sat down a few times and tried it myself:  that Japanese art of paper folding called origami.  Seems like the directions always lead me from a lovely swan to what looks more like a wadded up ball of paper ready for the waste basket.  But she is meticulous, organized, methodical and most of all patient.  And I admire her.

Last year she made small paper boxes for an Easter dinner we hosted.  Instead of using place markers we filled each little box with chocolates and put guests names on them.  I say we but what I really mean is she.  At the end of the dinner guests took home their party favors.

For Valentine's day this year she made me an origami flower instead of buying me a bouquet.

I don't have to speculate, when I got my flower my knees folded and my heart blossomed.  I think that makes me an origami-mommy.