This is a drawing from long ago. The imaginative little boy was a born storyteller. When he was small his stories would spill from his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He used all kinds of toys and props, even music followed his story as it streamed along.
I didn't realize what was happening at first. When I would try to clean everything up before bed time, it was not a happy event. Then I suddenly understood I needed to hear the story before putting it away. What a delight--I asked him to tell me his story and all was well. Each evening held a fascinating new storyline.
What fantastical adventures! What a wonderful privilege to share them with him! I will never forget those wonderful days.
Happy Paint Party Friday, all you wonderful artists and beautiful people. May God bless you, dear ones, with His joy and peace. Have a lovely weekend and thank you for dropping by.
