Blog #4

I see her big blue eyes staring up at me, and she hands me her masterpiece she just finished painting. With the gigantic smile plastered on her face, she waits to see my reaction.  "Oh my goodness!" I praise. "This is beautiful! Is it for me?" She nods as her smile gets larger and her eyes light up.  I wasn't quite sure what this interesting picture was supposed to be, so I asked her.  She points down as I trace my eyes over the blob of un-dried pink and yellow paint. "That's you!" She says. Then her fingers run over to the other spot that had too many colours tangled together that it appeared brown. "And that's me." She kept explaining, I turned my head to the left and right, and I started to see it.  And in my eyes, it was the most beautiful thing.  There is just something special about a little kid giving you artwork.  Something about how when they were exploring in their creative mind, they thought of you.  Not their mommy, or daddy, or sister, or brother.  But you. And it wasn't just a picture of a black and white puppy, or a house on the mountain side, but of you and them together.  So i hung that piece of art up on my wall. And every time I look, i see that sweet little girl, with the blue eyes and shining smile. The little girl who left a small handprint on my heart.