A friend’s little white dog had puppies about a month ago, three of the floppiest, sleepiest little chubbies imaginable. Up until this week, the photos could have been of fluffy stuffed toys, but this last batch showed mischief and curiosity and plenty of motion. I asked her to please make them stop growing until we get home in a few weeks for a nice little cuddle… she said she would, but I’m pretty sure they’ll ignore her, as puppies do.
Sometimes I look at my grandsons and wish for the same thing – they grow too fast, they grow UP too fast. We’ve seen so many changes since we’ve been here in Knoxville, every week there’s a new skill, a new attitude, a new posture, a new maturity… but inside those sparkling eyes there is always that familiar little spirit. Even if we could slow it down a bit, we wouldn’t. It is a blessing to be able to watch these little personalities emerge.
Sketched from Stella Rose Wyatt’s photo. White charcoal and pencil on a gray ground, with just a hint of blue colored pencil in the eyes.