Greg came to the house one day with a replica of an antique tricycle made out of steel. I did my usual ooooooo's and ahhhhhhhh's that always seemed to accompany any new treasure from Greg. He knew me so well and we loved the same things.
"That's gorgeous, Greg! Where did you find it?", as I reached for the tricycle to look closer.
"Made it", he said casually.
"You made this??? How in the world did you make this"
"I had some extra steel, so I cut it, bent it, welded it."
"Greg, can I have it?", I asked, hoping.
"Sure", he said. "I made it for you."
I was absolutely in awe.
Greg could make and do just about anything, but I think what he loved most was 'creating' - in one way or another. He was an artist. He thought I was just making "mother" noises when I said that, but he really was - in everything he did.
If you hired Greg to do a job, you could be sure that the completed job was not going to be the job you hired him to do. It would be better than you imagined. And if you didn't see his creative vision before he started, you would by the time he was finished. He could "see" so much more than most could - or would.
He was a star. :-)
I was so pleased to have such a beautiful piece made by my creative son. I asked Greg to put the tricycle on the mantel - and that's where it's been ever since.
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