No other memory quite stirs my heartstrings like that of my child reaching out for my hand.

There is something so precious and innocent and trusting and unwaivering about a plump little hand reaching up for the stability of a parent... and something so loving and protective and strong and true as a parent reaching back to support their child.

I think of all the times my son and daughter have reached for me... learning to walk, wanting to be picked up and held, learning to go up and down stairs, walking around the block after dinner, running through grass, jumping ocean waves together, in crowds, in nature, in our home, under the stars, upon awaking.  

Well... there just aren't any words that can sum up what a million moments of having their hand in mine means.

So I painted it. 

This original canvas is gallery wrapped and ready to hang without need for a frame.  It is a cream and seafoam and aqua background with cobalt blue line work, on a 24 x 36 inch canvas.

Breathtaking in a nursery or as a gift to a new mother or a new grandparent, this canvas is expressive and tender and strong... just like your hand feels to your child.  Sigh... I love my children so much, even as their hand grows ever bigger then mine.  

Treasure these moments dear parent!

xoxo, Laura