A few years ago, he came home crying after being bullied—again. And I remember sitting at my craft table, trying to keep my composure while I worked on the orders. He sat next to me and quietly watched me make wreaths, resin bookmarks, laser-cut signs, and crocheted animals. I didn’t know it at the time, but something awakened in him. One day, out of the blue, he asked me if he could try making a crown. Like that—not afraid, just curious. And to be honest, I almost cried at that moment. He hasn’t stopped since. Ribbon rolls, mesh cutouts, ribbon loops—he loves it all. He said, “I want to make people smile, too.” Because it’s not just my job anymore, it’s ours. Every wreath we sell now holds a piece of their heart. And every time an order comes in, I see his face light up like he’s just won an award. Doing things myself has brought me peace. But it’s also given him pride. A purpose. And maybe even a little healing. So yes, it’s the best creative partner. Not just today, but every day. 💗