These Are My People

When he was a little boy, my nephew said, "I want to be a cowboy artist."  And he was: in his boots, with six-guns strapped, he worked at his easel, making beautiful pictures.

Last year, on seeing his first-born daughter in The Nutcracker,  he asked, "How do you get to do that?" with reference to the men in the party scene.

This year he and his two daughters (middle and right) will appear in The Nutcracker.

As they said in their birthday note to him yesterday morning, he's "not old yet."

In my heart, he will never be an old man: he will always be the boy with the artist's heart.