A few months later, I labored over this drawing of my daughter sitting with her poet of a daddy-o. (Rusty and overworked portraits were my thing back then.)
Jump to twenty-two years later… when I labored over this painting of her all grown up. A rather remarkable young woman and my continued source of pride and inspiration.
Happy Birthday Baby!
3 comments:
I remember playing with her when she was little. I think I was playing with you too at the time. Tell her I send my love and happy birthday.
Ahh, you're sweet. You used to throw and swing her around. And there would be a whole lot of giggling from everybody.
I'm glad we spent so much time dancing after work. We certainly had fun! I now understand why older folks dance slower and have to hold onto each other though. Gears do change.
Manda spent her birthday night dancin' and dancin'. My little apple didn't fall too far from this tree!!!
Wow, that is beautiful painting of Amanda! you are very talented also. I am envious. I always wanted to paint and draw but never had the knack for it. Mom was always VERY good at doing pencil sketches of us.
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