This is a painting of an epic love story. On the rock stands Clint — the king, crowned, the name Parker over his heart — and the little ones beside him, every eye lifted to the light in the sky: Dez, the firefly. My king, she calls him. My queen, he calls her. She comes from a distant land across the ocean, flying over forest and water to reach them, sharing her golden light as she comes.

The rock beneath their feet is the Rock — God, their standing place. And around them, everything they love: the water, the forest where they walk, the pines — evergreen, unfading, pointing upward through every winter. Soon The Rock & The Meadow will share one name: Mr & Mrs Clint Parker.