If a picture paints a thousand words, then Goodnight has been drawing a saga in installments.
I have a wooden picture frame in the living room and it’s reserve for Goodnight. She gets to hang her artwork there. I only rotate it as often as she decides it needs to be changed. The piece that hangs there now, was ‘painted’ with glitter. It’s quite recent. In fact, there is still a bit of glitter on the table . . . and the carpet . . .
I love her art stages/phases. Just after her mother died, all of her people had wings and all the female figures had halos. It took quite some time for that to change.
During my time off, I have been sorting through a file box where I keep her art work, report cards, and homework samples. There are a couple pictures she drew that are particularly touching. One I will share later this summer, but for now, here’s Goodnight’s impression of the long trip home from the hospital after visiting her very sick mother. She was only four years old when she drew this picture. I asked her to describe it to me, and then I wrote the labels so we could remember what she said over the years.
To tell you the truth, she pretty much nailed the topography and logistics.