So many lessons learned in the two hours I spent on this... about watercolor, brush pens... and restraint when my two year old REACHED OUT WITH A MARKER TO HELP ME. JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL IMMA LOSE MY ISH...
But then, as I’m pacing the living room like a lunatic, my little Teddy mumbled out the most sincere little “sorry” her heart could muster. I scooped her up in my arms and held her and felt grateful for what a good person she is. And how my life is better with her in it. And how (maybe) (with time) (and therapy) I’ll come to love that little black scribble. .
Jesus love me and teddy and you, my friends. Swipe to see the responsible party, and why I couldn’t possibly stay mad for too long. - 2 hours ago