There are certainly moments in our lives when we are able to boast a bit about ourselves. Perhaps one of those times is to brag about our children, and if we are very blessed, our grandchildren. I am admitting to the world that I have the world’s most beautiful grandchildren. This, of course, makes me like everyone else who has grandchildren and believes they are the most beautiful, the sweetest and, of course, the most intelligent.
As we near Christmas, there is something I would like to brag about. I, Eileen Dunavan, know the world’s finest artist. He has inspired me as I have watched his works unfold, and given me goose bumps when I see his creations majestically appear. In knowing this artist, I have noted much more than his ability to create. I have seen his selection of colors on a much grander scale than any other artist and his imagination brushed onto the many faces he has created.
I am so close to telling you this exceptional artist’s name and I shall after you prepare your tea the way you like. For those who don’t drink tea, please conjure up something warm and soothing as winter will soon be settling in and chilling our bones.
I would guess the majority of you are sitting there shaking your heads side to side and thinking, “Does this woman think we are daft? Of course, we know who she is talking about and really wish she would hurry things along.”
With pleasure, I will introduce to you the artist who has far surpassed any other. May I introduce God, the absolute personification of art and beauty?
There is no other who could create the warmest, softest, and sweetest little creations ever to bless our often chaotic world. These are the earth’s babies. Indisputably, there is no other artist who could bring into existence this emotion we call love, and it too comes in many colors. No artist born or yet to be born could bring about spring, summer, fall and winter. Every leaf, every drop of rain and snow, every blue sky, every stormy sky, are his creations.