Will came home from school to find my sketching supplies out with evidence that I had been using them. He was curious and paused to look, then ran in the back to change clothes and work on the house with Paul — the call of power tools.
Then, 5 minutes later, he’s back inside.
“Mommy?”
“Will, dinner is going to be soon, so no snacks.”
“No, Mommy. I don’t want a snack. I want to draw.”
“What?”
“Draw. Like you.”
Behold, internets. I give you, MY SON.
What was that, you ask? That sound?
It was the sound of my heart, breaking into eight thousand pieces a hundred times over.
Janna | 19-Dec-08 at 7:09 pm | Permalink
Very sweet.