3 Pears in a Bowl
I started out painting this bowl of pears sitting on a cloth on my table just to get back to painting values. This took me about a week working a little each day making sure I was doing it the way I wanted it to look. Nothing fancy. Just 3 pears. They are delicious. In fact, they no longer exist today. Eaten by me a couple of mornings with yogurt and on salad for dinner.
This morning, my little Henry T was at 24 hours of some type of stomach bug. His parents were up all night tending to him as he couldn't hold down any of his mother's precious milk. At 6 months, he goes through little growth spurts but this didn't seem to be one. Mama and Daddy struggled with what they could do. They followed all the directions for this type of ailment given by his pediatrician but poor little Henry struggled to keep anything down.After a tough night of attempting to feed him, then clean him after each episode, and comforting him when he seemed frustrated....a break through happened. It seems that the little guy can be tough. So are his parents....
As I finished this painting, it reminded me of my little Henry, his mama, and daddy. 3 Pears in a bowl. Sitting together. Side by side. Sunlight beaming on them. Nothing else matters but those three together. Sitting in their own sun beams ripening up as a family....I love you Henry T. and your parents as well.
