Just the other week when my dad was here on leave and we were discussing my life, he said, "Hon, do you remember that picture of the bird and the frog we had?" This was ALWAYS hanging on the wall in my house growing up. I think my dad made a copy of it at work or something, came home and tacked it on the wall with a push pin. It hung their for YEARS and it was so much a part of our home that it never occurred to me it was without frame, nor was it a fancy piece of artwork and that homes don't usually have a beat up Xerox hanging on a wall as a permanent fixture. I wonder what happened to it. But I loved it, and am grateful for my father's wisdom in hanging it where none of his children would forget the image or its meaning.
