My daughter as many of you know is in first grade and learning the basics of reading and spelling and all that good stuff. But it’s opened up a whole new arena to our relationship.
I was working in the garage one day and came home to find the note below….
And we all handled our “displacement” differently, but clearly there was some grieving that needed to be done with the demolition of our kitchen floor and cabinets. She left this for Grandpa in the midst of all of our drama.
Us melancholy writers need to stay together!
But what a gift to have such honest expressions for connection no matter what might be going on!