Last night as Jackson and I sat across the dinner table from one another, my nine year old decided he was going to draw me. He then began to look back and forth, from his paper, to me, to his paper, and back to me.
"My mother used to say that to draw well it's necessary to keep your eyes on your subject and off your paper as much as possible."
"Shhh," Jackson said. "I'm trying to concentrate."
As he concentrated on my face, I felt a giggle start to form. My brother and I always got the giggles when Mom drew us -- her eyes burning with creativity, love and gin.
"Man, I wish you could have met my mother. The two of you would have really hit it off."
"I have met her, Daddy. I'm serious." He said it so sincerely that I had to stop what I was writing.
"Right here." He pointed to his heart. "I see her right here. All the time."
"You do?" I asked.
"I do," he answered.
The world is such a beautiful place!
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