whoooooo, whoooooo is the artist?

i woke up one morning to find this owl sitting on our long leaf pine book- shelves in the family room. reed, my wise old soul, had created it the night before.  it takes my breath away.  

so does my sweet son.  he’s such a nice human being.  so talented.  so funny.  so smart.  so kind.

it delights me to watch him grow as an artist. it amazes me that he can draw such detailed images from memory.   when he sits down to draw, i can’t wait to see what happens on the page.

i can’t wait to see what happens in his life.  

i like who he is.  and who he’s becoming.