Almost daily my little girl, Juliana, will bring me pictures that she’s drawn. They are usually of dogs or horses but no matter what they are, they somehow manage to lead back to how much she loves me.
I know. Tough to see the connection.
And when she first started doing this—around age three—it was tough to figure out what they were so she would have to say it.
Cause I wuv u da da
To me they were better than the Mona Lisa!
I included this one from an anonymous artist to give you an idea. Sorry, the real ones from her are just for me.
Sadly, they come less frequently now that she is double digits. My little girl is growing up—ten now.
That means the pictures will come less and less until they finally stop altogether. And that makes each one I get now…