A good work of art, for me, is something I not only see with my eyes, but feel in my heart.
The story of this photo, this Work of Art, began on May 2nd when my phone rang while standing in, of course, Home Depot.
It was my daughter.
“Mom,” she said with words that filled one long cascading breath, “I am with the sweetest dog, he was in the kill shelter and no one adopted him so my residence hall director Michelle is fostering him, both his front legs have been broken and they didn’t heal right and he walks kinda funny and he hasn’t been fed and his little ribs stick out, but he is the sweetest little dog and I love him and he needs love and well, can we adopt him?”
How do you say no to that?
How do you say no to a young woman who wants to protect and nurture life’s most delicate?
So yesterday we made the four-hour drive to her university town to meet the newest member of our family.
Here is our daughter with Tim, her little five pound chihuahua love.
As I sat and watched the affection so freely flow from her I knew I was looking at not only a work of art, but a masterpiece of all that is good in life.
Love. Unconditional, sweet and voluminous love.
In a world that can so often be cruel and ugly and unforgiving my daughter gives me hope.
Tim will have reconstructive surgery on his legs in just a few days and then he will come home to live with us.