Little fingers shape and form with crayons and markers the picture of their world…and depending on their perception and understanding fueled by the love and nurturing that surrounds them…creates the explanation for all things good and bad, exciting and troubling, and everything in between. It’s a story told in colours and vivid imagination…eager to make sense of all the events and happenings because they matter immensely…and from deep inside a young mind that can not tolerate anything unexplained or unknown. This story…is about love and the reassurance that we don’t have to worry about anything because we have each other…one beautiful page from the story of her life. I listen intently as Kate explains its meaning to me – every colour and shape and figure has purpose and meaning…I know this story matters just as much as hugs and kisses and tears…and even though I am gone far too much, I explain my heart never leaves the softness of her cheek and the tight embrace of her arms. I hug and kiss her cheek one more time…and she embraces me tightly in return….just to make sure the messages is not only heard but is felt too. This picture gifted to me by little hands…is the story of our life too…and knowing it’s story gives us both hope and promise and happiness.


Lawrence Lewis
“The final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.”
– Anne Frank

About Lawrence Lewis

I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂