I once had a daycare in my home. Before that, I was a Nanny for three adorable children. Walks to the library for books to grow with, homemade games to fill our afternoons with learning and using our memories, and lots of crafty messes.
These are the fond memories I have.
One of my BEST memories however, is Anna walking on the snow mountains in my neighborhood. Up and down, up and down, as I pushed her sister and another little one in a double stroller. I hope Anna has good memories as well.
She was four.
Now, at the ripe age of what is it...9? 10? She has already blossomed into an artist. Just look at this painting!
I am so proud. I am also honored to be one of her teachers.
Merry Christmas, Anna...I love your work. Keep up the art, as my art teacher in high school once told me.