I can remember the moment my boys were too big to carry.

It was a profound moment in my life. It was the end of an era. Never again would I cradle them in my arms or set them on my shoulders.

If I were truthful to myself, it left a hole.

Thanks to my good friends, Eric and Paula, I get to experience it again.

It’s better this time, because at the end of the day, I get to hand her back.

I kept the strokes visible and the paint is a bit more technicolor to match the fingerpaint on the paper.

I sanded the canvas with 220 sandpaper to make the texture a bit smoother to allow for easier blending, while still keeping the bite of the canvas.