Dear Brooklyn,
You are my little artist.
If
you have a second of down time you spend it with a marker or crayon in
your hand and a coloring book or piece of paper in front of you.
You bring your coloring stuff in the car, to church, to friends houses, to grandmas. Everywhere.
You color on rocks, on paper, on mirrors, and on yourself.
Lately you love to write your name and look at pictures on the ipad and try to copy them.
Lately you love to write your name and look at pictures on the ipad and try to copy them.
I love seeing your skill develop and the pride in your eyes and smile on your face when you get praise from those around you.
I am proud of you, too.
I love you, little artist.
Sincerely, mom
