I can’t say that I can recall a time when something has moved me to tears, not that it hasn’t I am sure it has. I am an emotional pile of mush. The thing that wells up my eyes is to see how something that I created touches the people that come in contact with it.
To see the look on someone’s face after seeing a drawing that brings them back to a different time or spurs a long lost memory is what truly moves me.
While writing though not an artistic expression, I totally blubber when my little girl crawls up in my lap, snuggles up with her head on my shoulder, looks up and me with her undying smile like she is making sure everything is ok, then drifting off to sleep in my arms.
Thank you to todays inspiration