We often dance together in our kitchen. Our dog interrupts us with his tail wagging furiously and his little paws shifting impatiently. He lets out a dramatic whine, as if pleading to be part of our joy. We glance at each other and laugh, his persistence too adorable to ignore. His happy barks join the music, turning the moment into a symphony of love, laughter, and belonging. This, I think, is what family feels like—imperfect, messy, and absolutely perfect. Although, this painting is not of a dog, it creates this emotion for me.
