Where Love Began
🌷 Where Love Learned to Paint There are some rooms that never leave us. A little girl’s bedroom awash in pink and lilac.Sunlight pouring through lace curtains.The scent of tempera paint and possibility. A grandmother kneels beside a tiny easel, guiding small hands that are far more interested in joy than precision. The brush is too big. The colors blend without permission. There are no rules - only laughter. And standing quietly at the doorway is a daughter. Watching. Smiling. Taking in the miracle of...
