A handwritten sign for a tag sale on Meriweather Lane caught my eye as I drove home after some Christmas shopping. A tag sale? In December? Did I really want or need to shuffle around a chilly garage perusing someone’s cast-offs? Of course not.
Dave regarded me, his brow furrowed with loving frustration. “You have too many black crayons in your crayon box,” he said....I best remember that warning to living life in color. So beautiful, Lea. Love to Dave, Love to Casey and Eleanor, too. And Tucker, of course. Lord I've loved your entire family from birth. Lucky me
Thank you dear Allison! I love that line too - Dave is a wise one! Hugs to you! XO
Thank you so much Alice. I love this picture too. So precious, so classic. Dear old Dad (as he called himself) and my (formerly) little ones!
Dave regarded me, his brow furrowed with loving frustration. “You have too many black crayons in your crayon box,” he said....I best remember that warning to living life in color. So beautiful, Lea. Love to Dave, Love to Casey and Eleanor, too. And Tucker, of course. Lord I've loved your entire family from birth. Lucky me
This is beautiful as always, and made me cry as always. I love the picture!