Is the measure of a life in the number of words spoken
or the silence between us?
The minutes spent watching the sunrise,
or the nights my head rests on the pillow next to yours?
Is it in the questions asked,
or the prayers answered?
Or maybe it is in the memories made,
the patterns we break,
the number of times we change.
Everyone says they love all of their children equally. I only have one child, but my mom friends who have multiple tell me that there is actually a favorite, and it usually changes daily. That’s a little bit how I feel about my newest original paintings - the Looking
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