"Full Cheeks" SOLD
6" x 6" acrylic on masonite
Last week I took my youngest son to the park when the older two boys were in school. That doesn't sound like a very big deal does it? And really it wasn't. But at the same time it really was.
We played on the playground, raced down the slides, ran across the giant grassy field and pretended to be trapped in the soccer net. We rolled down the hill and got the dried grass leftover from last fall all over us. He held my hand when we climbed the stairs to the playground and he told me I was his best friend.
That night I wrote in my journal about that small and simple thing, calling it one of the very best days of my life. And it was.
I look down at this little boy that I love more than anything and I can't feel anything other than an immense gratitude that he's my son and I get to spend this time with him every day. That I don't have to leave him with someone else and go to work.
He's my last, my baby, and soon he'll be going to school with his brothers and I'll look back on these days and wish there had been just a few more.