When I was little I had this huge coloring book that my grandfather got me from a yard sale. There were pages that had been colored in it by kids that I didn't know, but everytime I visited my grandparents I would color a little in this book, until of course I outgrew it. My dad actually gave me the coloring book a couple of years back. It was in my garage collecting dust and mold. So a few weekends ago I was looking for something to oocupy Emmanuel with and I went out to the garage and spotted that old coloring book. I dusted it off and handed him two of his crayons and let him go to town. While drafting this post I remembered an actual picture of this little girl I once knew coloring at her grandparents. Not the same coloring book, but a cute picture anyway.
-Growing Up Souter is my pleasure
1 comment:
Your coloring story is so sweet and well written. The addition of the older photo is touching.
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