The Statues are EVERYWHERE part II: Sweet statues...

I don't know if the same artist does all the children sculptures around town. I often find child sculptures in the most surprising places as I go about my day.

These particular sculptures are in a small park in the front of the library. They all glow with the intensity of children fully engaged in life.

A young boy's first madcap ride on a two wheeler, pedalling for all he is worth (even if he's still helped a bit with a set of training wheels...)

Who hasn't felt the exuberant joy of doing cartwheels across a lawn?

Or held a baby high, so high the baby's eyes got big, and then you both giggled in delight?

Which face shows more joy...the little girl's?

Or the mom?

All around the front of this grassy hillock sculpture garden is a clear glass wall etched with names.

And a few stories about other moms and children, of men and women, boys and girls who through their death gave life to others.

The park is dedicated to the celebration of life...

And a tribute to organ donors and their families.

I can't help choking up a bit when I read the writings of parents who gave their children's organs so that others could frolic upon the earth.

The sculpture garden is a marvelous way to honor such a meaningful gift.

A special way to remember and celebrate what has been selflessly done at a time of great sorrow.

Finding a way to turn sorrow into laughter.