I turned once again to inspect our handiwork and saw the scene through Rene’s eyes. Splatters of paint covered the walls, floors and even her new washing machine. The door was definitely shiny with fresh paint, but it was also streaky and uneven. I felt the hot tears burning in my eyes and noticed that my cousin’s lower lip quivering. Then I heard a sweet, gentle laugh and felt my grandmother’s arms hug us tightly. “What would I do without my little helpers?” she whispered softly. “I love you so much.” Rene went to get her camera and snapped a picture of us covered in paint, posing proudly beside that door.
I know now that she wasn’t trying to preserve evidence our artistic talent or her nicely painted door with that picture. No, she was capturing a precious moment of love that runs so deeply within our family.