Ping.
Text message incoming.
Swipe up.
There it is.
Maggie’s story.
It read:
I was skipping. I saw a mountain. Then I wanted to climb up it. Then I found a stone and sat on it.
Exactly what I’d like to do.
Ping.
Text message incoming.
Swipe up.
There it is.
Maggie’s story.
It read:
I was skipping. I saw a mountain. Then I wanted to climb up it. Then I found a stone and sat on it.
Exactly what I’d like to do.
pelicansandprose 
That must have been so wonderful to receive. And what an interesting drawing. That mountain is SO BIG, or maybe it’s just a rock, but Maggie is on top of it, whatever it is. Is Maggie a grandchild?
Yes, Maggie is my youngest daughter’s little girl. I’m absolutely smitten with her. Since day one.
I love children’s art! When my kids were growing up an entire wall in the dining room was our art museum. š
I love this! And, to your comment above, I can see why you’re smitten. =))