It’s been a quiet weekend so far. Jonathan has a commission due, so he’s trying to get the paintings done (there are four) and out the door on Monday, shipped across the country to the collector.
Our middle child came down with a fever, so we cancelled two different dates with friends, plus an outing to another friend’s pool. Lots of Looney Tunes watching happening in the house. That, and pulling some very tenacious weeds in our suburban backyard.
We have friends who are an opera singer and art director, respectively. Their boy attends a magnet performing arts school, so my friend says he’s always putting on shows in their living room. I guess it’s what he sees at school and home (in the case of his opera singer mom). It’s no different here. Our eldest girl fashioned an art gallery today:
Jonathan and I sometimes joke that we want our girls to be anything—anything!—other than an artist, writer or illustrator. We know it’s a hard road and sometimes dreams are pesky things to chase. Sometimes you chase them for a very long time.
But honestly, we would be proud to see them follow in our footsteps. I know we would. Already, they show a love for art and words that touch us. Their adults lives seem so far away but at the same time, I know it’s fast approaching. Faster than we’ll ever want it to be.