Cleaning out a cupboard one day, I stumbled upon a rolled up piece of paper. On this paper was a charcoal portrait of my husband, sketched when he was only eight years old. The paper was slightly creased and yellowed so I had it restored and framed.
It hangs on the glass door to my quilting space and when people look at it they say, “What a beautiful drawing of William”. William is my oldest son you looks the spitting image of my husband.