After I broke one of my favorite mugs, my eldest daughter* gave me another mug, one made out of pink construction paper. She drew the same design on it — our family portrait. Isn’t she sweet?
In my house, traditional books, ones with “soft pages,”** don’t stand a chance after my youngest grabs hold of them. With Kurt Vonnegut: Letters, thankfully, she has not ripped any pages, but she has definitely left her mark:
I’m the type of person who never writes, highlights, or in any other way defiles a book. But I don’t really mind my daughter’s scribbles. I hope that someday, perhaps a decade or two from now, I will pick up this book and rediscover my daughter’s artwork. Maybe I’ll come across the bookmark, too.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!
*She’s only six minutes older than her twin sister.
**To quote Harper Lee (See Illiteracy and the Digital Divide: The Difference Between “Soft Pages” and “Cold Metal”)