April 6, 2011


Dear Brooklyn,

You love to color.

I bought you a huge box of crayons and stuck them in a drawer and you are constantly going up to that drawer and saying "color, color, color" until I give you a crayon and paper.

Then I am happy that I bought the big box of crayons because you always end up breaking them.

I love all your little creations. Even when they are on an important piece of paper.

Or on your dad's homework.

Or on my bedding.

You might just be a little artist when you grow up.

Maybe you can design like your mommy.

Sincerely, Lori