May’s book was going to be a different book. However, as the end of May swiftly came to a close, I decided to make a book in an hour. Well, it took a little longer than that.
I came across this entry on a friend’s post on Facebook:
While they are at your side, love these little ones to the uttermost. Forget yourself. Serve them; care for them; lavish all your tenderness on them. Value your good fortune while it is with you, and let nothing of the sweetness of their babyhood go unprized. Not for long will you keep the happiness that now lies within your reach. You will not always walk in the sunshine with a little warm, soft hand nestling in each of yours, nor hear little feet pattering beside you, and eager baby voices questioning and prattling of a thousand things with ceaseless excitement. Not always will you see that trusting face upturned to yours, feel those little arms about your neck, and those tender lips pressed upon your cheek, nor will you have that tiny form to kneel beside you, and murmur baby prayers into your ear.
Love them and win their love, and shower on them all the treasures of your heart. Fill up their days with happiness, and share with them their mirth and innocent delights.
Childhood is but for a day. Ere you are aware it will be gone with all its gifts forever.
George Townshend (1876 - 1957)
My George has been going through a bit of separation anxiety/mom preference lately, and as I laid there on my bed waiting for him to go to sleep, I thought of this passage, and decided to make my book in an hour about this.
Each page was sketched while he (fitfully) slept next to me and each picture has shorter and shorter time I was able to add detail. I think it works with the text describing how babyhood/childhood is so fleeting.
