This is my favorite image of my grandfather as a child. I use it maybe more than I should, but it has so much meaning to me. The words tell a story he shared with me, a story of his childhood and the special relationship he had with his mother. He is holding an image of her, one of the few I have.
He wears his heart on his sleeve, because he never seemed afraid to put his heart out there. I am a lot like him in that respect. Putting myself out there has sometimes caused great pain, but when I am rewarded by these risks, it makes it all worthwhile.
Beautiful!!
Posted by: Gaye | January 25, 2011 at 08:02 AM
What a gorgeous piece! It is really moving! Makes me think of my Mom and the stories she told me.
Posted by: Bev Baird | January 24, 2011 at 02:24 PM