Thursday, April 8, 2010

She loves us just the way we are.

We're broken. Used up. Imperfect.

But she still loves us. Every day, we go on grand "letter" writing, coloring, picture drawing adventures.

It's good to be a crayon.


  1. oh brings back memories... i loved my crayons. i remember i had the crayola caddy, and it was one of my fave things. ;)

  2. Oh, the crayola caddy! You lucky duck! I used to store all of my crayons in a metal box with tiny white hearts all over a red background. It had a lid and handles for carrying it around. I can still remember that distinctive crayon smell wafting up every time I opened the box...