“You made this for me?” The flight attendant cradles our tiny watercolor token like it’s precious gold.
At 35,000 feet, where most passengers retreat into screens, my daughter and I reach for our travel paint set.
What began as my shield against flying anxiety turned into something unexpected: tiny paintings for the cabin crew.
Each one takes a couple of minutes, costs practically nothing.
But when we hand them out … they take on a new life.
A janitor’s exhausted eyes spark with joy. A flight captain’s professional smile softens into genuine delight.
And my daughter learns that the simplest gestures carry the most weight.
Why paint for strangers in the sky?
Why not?
A little piece of paper. A whole lot of heart. Magic, passed along.