Morning. My favorite part of the day. Quiet. Still. Hopeful. Before rising, I begin with…
When my oldest daughter was in third grade, she was given an assignment during creative writing class to write about heaven. The teacher provided the first line but she was to create the rest.
How refreshing it is to see something so beautiful through the eyes of a child.
So innocent. So pure.
The paper you see is in her handwriting which I then painted, but the image of heaven is completely hers.
This painting is now available as a gicleé reproduction. Click here for more information.
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