
People, especially those I love like my husband, children and grandchildren, are the DICKENS for me to sketch. I put my pencil (NO PEN mind you -- no confidence there for this type of sketching!) to paper with such trepidation - not to fail at the sketch -- but the feeling that my poor renderings will INSULT those I wish to honor with a decent likeness.
So tonight, even though it's almost time for bed, I decided to sketch the fellow who's helped so much with the grands, with my son's move to his new home, my daughter's move, by grocery shopping and cooking dinner, and by ALWAYS smiling no matter what. Here he sits in his favorite recliner, teaching himself to play the mandolin and singing (he has a heavenly voice) "Remember When," which always makes me cry and reminds me of 'us.'
The sketch isn't the best in the world, but by TRYING to do it, I hope he knows that especially for Valentine's Day, he's my hero.
Thank you, Charles, for all you mean to me!


























