Out in the warm breeze of summer, six little cousins painted their favourite things upon a paper canvas unfurled.
They worked quietly and eagerly and excitedly called their Auntie ("Mommy" to a few) over to peruse now and then.
A long line of children happily working together made the Auntie's heart sing.
The journey is often more important than the finished product so when things got a little silly at the end, paint spattered and water was spilled and their masterpieces were no longer frame-able. They didn't seem to mind.
6 comments:
How awesome.. and i hope you are printing out these pictures..
I know via my kids.. (now 25 and 23) as well as the younger one(14), they love it when they pull out my rubbermaid container that I have all their old pictures in and they stroll down memory lane.. it has a different feel then looking at a picture on line..
they get up in the middle of the bed and strow all those pictures out and you can see them go back in time...
you are truly blessed with wonderful family..
God Bless
I LOVE how the end product wasn't framable...that's such a metaphor! This was a beautiful post.
:) ... but as you can see i am no where as prolific a blogger as you are! :)
What a sweet idea... memories that painting created I am certain is priceless!
That surely would leave a love print!!
Love the purple foot.
Anna
lovely post!
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