Maybe it is the fact that this is our first Christmas without Jordan home, but I'm a bit melancholy. Not in a bad way, but in a thoughtful way. There has been a lot of stuff going on inside my brain lately; lots and lots of pondering over lots and lots of stuff.
So, I thought I'd share some of my precious masterpieces.
I have a lot of letters from Seth. Most of them are letters telling me how much he loves me and "Thank you for letting me off school today." I must have needed many breaks while schooling him.
And apparently, Seth tried his hand at cross stitch at some point in his childhood.
My Jack was never much into coloring or writing. I'm not even sure I could find a letter in my tub of Melancholy from Jack. So, yesterday, as part of his schoolwork, I made him draw me a beautiful picture and a note. Not a man to mince words, I got this from him.
If you know my son, you'll understand this is as good as it's gonna get. I'll take it! At least he made it look colorful. It might just be my favorite.
Remember doing these in school?
I should have done one with all my children. Any guesses who this is? Yes, he is the one who never brushed his hair except on church days.