Today has been sort of dreary. So little rest, so much rain. When I came home this afternoon, though, this was waiting for me. Henry’s first art! I suppose they are rain drops, but I thought about fall leaves at first.
I’m thankful for Henry’s teachers, who love him to bits. I’m thankful that we’ve found nurturing, care-filled spaces for him to spend the time that he’s away from us. I’m thankful for these little orange rain drops and the one who painted them.