For the first time in my long life, beauty has brought me to tears. It wasn't this picture, per se, it was simply a beautiful action--an image of a little girl proudly showing her mother her work of art. You see my daughter is a doctor and on certain days, she works late--eight o'clock, or more. Last night was one of those nights. My granddaughter's school had an "Arts Night," which included pictures and a tech scan book, and a little concert. My daughter, although she worked late, managed to just make the end of the concert. What touched my heart was a little girl skipping ahead of her mother, pulling her hand, to bring her to her art work.
This is the same little girl who was so mad at her mom, she was going to run away from home. Here she is proudly leading her mother to show off what she had made.
How do I draw a little girl leading her mom down the hall?
How do I verbally describe my heart following after them?
I can't.
