Our house is filled with her notes. Big ones, small ones. Some full of color, some black and white. Scattering them across rooms, and on doors, she is free with her love...
She hand delivers them to our desks, pulls them out of her camp lunch box, or leaves her thoughts slanting across an easel...
Her mark is everywhere. She is a girl destined to be heard.
What a blessing to have our very own cupid...
******
Drawing above - GIRL's self-portrait.
| Tweet |
|
|||
