Bed scene

This morning when I woke up my son was still asleep, so snuggled up in his bedsheets that all I could see was just a part of his face. I reached for my phone to take a picture… and immediately recalled how these days he says “he. doesn’t. like. that.” Terrible teenager moods.

So I didn’t. Instead I sat there looking at him, smiling and trying to remember this warm and quiet moment. Take it all in. Later in the day I took a few minutes and sketched what I saw. First with my non-dominant, left hand (that’s the drawing with pink), then with my right one.

Life is probably surprisingly full of such lovely moments, if only I slow down. The added bonus is that when I take the time to draw/sketch/paint them, I re-live their beauty, joy and warmth. Plus I don’t endanger the delicate teenager species since my son doesn’t. have. a. clue.