--I apologize, I don't know whom to credit for this painting. It touched my heart. The mom in the garden admiring the flowers, with the worn-out, heavy son (or daughter) in her arms. Been there done that too many times to count. Oh, life is precious, isn't it?
Hope you have a wonderful Saturday. I am, as I await the return of our sweet Solomon, who has been in Indiana working on and enjoying the farm (for almost two weeks!).
I am bracing myself for the days ahead of him begging us to purchase a farm. It is in those moments when he is encouraged to follow his dreams. I do hope they all come true. A child's dream becomes a mother's wish, doesn't it? I find it ironic that we have a child whose personality is very similar to my father's, a man whom I wanted to change for most of my life. God is laughing. I love them both dearly, with very little desire to change either one. Funny how life is.
Happy weekend to you and yours!
1 comment:
sweet painting! I miss those days of being able to carry my child. I smile thinking of Solomon and your father on the farm.
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