I wrote this note on a piece of paper that the girls had colored on. the paper has floated around the house and I thought, maybe I should throw it away. Then it got water spilled on it. Then pizza. It’s nearing the end of its life, so I guess I’d better take the time to transcribe it:
We’re sitting at the table, in our one bedroom apartment. Errol is sleeping under the table. Abby, you are making up a song, “and I love you, eyes like shining stars” and Katie, you’re shaping play-do, “Look, look guys! Look! It’s a turtle!”.
I love you so much, and I love this moment, when we all get to share a space and do our art. What could be better than creating with you?