the most precious picture
As I looked at my easel, I saw a canvas that still was open to editing. The image I was working on though attracted the eye already, yet some strokes were still crying for the healing touch of my paintbrush. Thus I was free to choose. I could either try to do my best, or take a new sheet of paper and start everything anew...or go to sleep and do nothing at all.
The emotions that filled my heart while looking at my grandson were the direct opposite to the above ambiguity. I didn't guess what to do, but rejoiced at Simonas. I didn't rejoice at some my own achievements, but looked at Simonas and rejoiced over the incredible riches that were entrusted to me so to speak.
At the art showrooms people look at the composition of the artwork, discuss the applied technique... , meanwhile the family albums are like the mirrors that reflect just the grateful smiles.
The art critics prefer the framed canvases to the family photos, yet these "accidental" shots have greater impact on our life than all world-famous masterpieces.
Simonas did not pronounced a word till now (he is only two month old) yet my grandson silenced all my complaints already - enabled me to look at myself in a new light. My grandson teaches me the life - helps me to recall all I have enjoyed in my youth.