touchedThere are stories of me as a little kid sitting on my dad's lap and watching him paint. And tonight, Katie sat on my lap and watched me paint, and then we painted horses together.
weird how these mothering instincts work. I was all tired and cranky before she came over, and my mood just got better and better throughout the evening, and now I'm awash in a warm glow of *~*!baby!*~*
