Our Crosses

Our Crosses

H, we have taken to being artistic every now and then.

And I simply love it.

Last night after K was asleep – while we should have all been getting ready for bed – you, me, and mom got the paper and the markers out.

We drew for a good 30 minutes at the kitchen table.

As mom worked diligently making a girl in a dress, I drew a cross.

You watched me intently and started drawing too.

These are our crosses.

I love you.

-Dad