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Wednesday, December 25, 2019

"First born glory," Christmas dawn

"Christmas Dawn," 5 1/2 x 7 watercolor, 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper
Remember the day of the birth of your first born child? 
As a father I certainly do, and I expect, I know, that every mother remembers even more than fathers can imagine.
Glorious day, no matter the weather. Wonder. Pride. Tears. Pain. Worry. Love beyond description deep inside.
If you've witnessed the birth of a child, you know that every birth is a miracle, a gift...a miracle of life that words cannot approach in description. 
Though we not know the exact date or season of the birth of a little Jewish baby long ago, we celebrate the miracle of a new life, a new day,  in many ways today. 
But for all the ceremony, for all the religion tradition build up through the centuries since then, let us not forget...
The humanity of the parents' emotions and love in the glory of their first born miracle. Nor the emotions and incomprehensible love of another parent.

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