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	<title>Comments on: what remains</title>
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	<description>Art classes, camps, birthday parties &#38; workshops for children &#38; young adults</description>
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		<title>By: Connie myers</title>
		<link>http://smallhandsbigart.com/blog/featured-article/what-remains/#comment-369</link>
		<dc:creator>Connie myers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2012 01:34:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you for writing such a touching piece about Isabella. She really enjoyed your class and I remember taking her and picking her up often.  We would open the back of the Navigator and carefully place her treasure of the day in the back to dry on the way home.  Once she made me a beautiful beach picture that she glued seashells and netting and puffy clouds onto.  She told me she made it for me because she knew I liked Hawaii.  It is proudly hanging in my guest room and I smile whenever I see it. I also have witnessed the dancing that you wrote about and it was so fun to watch. She thought she was an amazing dancer and she certainly did dance for herself. She could shake her booty and when she added the singing she was truly in her own world. I loved it!  She was an incredibly charming , unique and thoughtful child that will live in our hearts forever.  Thank you for sharing your world with her, with us.                     Connie Myers  or as I prefer to be called.......Grandma]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for writing such a touching piece about Isabella. She really enjoyed your class and I remember taking her and picking her up often.  We would open the back of the Navigator and carefully place her treasure of the day in the back to dry on the way home.  Once she made me a beautiful beach picture that she glued seashells and netting and puffy clouds onto.  She told me she made it for me because she knew I liked Hawaii.  It is proudly hanging in my guest room and I smile whenever I see it. I also have witnessed the dancing that you wrote about and it was so fun to watch. She thought she was an amazing dancer and she certainly did dance for herself. She could shake her booty and when she added the singing she was truly in her own world. I loved it!  She was an incredibly charming , unique and thoughtful child that will live in our hearts forever.  Thank you for sharing your world with her, with us.                     Connie Myers  or as I prefer to be called&#8230;&#8230;.Grandma</p>
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		<title>By: Stuart Santos</title>
		<link>http://smallhandsbigart.com/blog/featured-article/what-remains/#comment-367</link>
		<dc:creator>Stuart Santos</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 19:30:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I loved this story about Isabella. Not only because she’s my daughter, (yes, this is daddy) but because you captured her spirit so perfectly.  Your reference to her dancing to her own beat, with no need for anyone’s acceptance, along with the individual desire for perfection, was truly Isabella. She beat to her own drum. She loved to go to small hands big art, however at times we feared her sense of wanting it to be just right might have bothered your team. So glad to hear you enjoyed the time with her and understood her so well. 

 As I read your reference to daddy teaching her to dance, a tear rolled down my face. Oh, how we loved to “shake our booties” to music, as we used to call it. So glad you were able to see her cut loose to the music. It was sooo cute. Also, the fact that she read the Giving Tree with the classmates was so very touching.  That was such a special book for the both of us, and for many nights, part of our bedtime ritual. 

Thank you, and all of your team, for offering her so much love and support over the last couple of years. She absolutely loved art and it was 100% because of each of you. Thank you so much. 

Stuart Santos]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved this story about Isabella. Not only because she’s my daughter, (yes, this is daddy) but because you captured her spirit so perfectly.  Your reference to her dancing to her own beat, with no need for anyone’s acceptance, along with the individual desire for perfection, was truly Isabella. She beat to her own drum. She loved to go to small hands big art, however at times we feared her sense of wanting it to be just right might have bothered your team. So glad to hear you enjoyed the time with her and understood her so well. </p>
<p> As I read your reference to daddy teaching her to dance, a tear rolled down my face. Oh, how we loved to “shake our booties” to music, as we used to call it. So glad you were able to see her cut loose to the music. It was sooo cute. Also, the fact that she read the Giving Tree with the classmates was so very touching.  That was such a special book for the both of us, and for many nights, part of our bedtime ritual. </p>
<p>Thank you, and all of your team, for offering her so much love and support over the last couple of years. She absolutely loved art and it was 100% because of each of you. Thank you so much. </p>
<p>Stuart Santos</p>
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