She leaves them everywhere.
She keeps notes and draws pictures...
and sometimes I can't decipher what she's thinking.
Other times, I can read the emotion in her heart:
what she is thinking and feeling.
Sometimes they make me laugh and her perspective might be a little one-sided.
But I like to know what she's thinking,
so I can know where I may have failed her
and can try harder to see things with respect to her,
as a little person.
And then there is the moment when I see something from last year,
along with an added portion from this year,
and I can see where her education may need some improvement,
but also the happy realization that in many ways, she has improved,
and is listening,...
what is working for her
what is not.
And then I am brought back to my pending reality
(This picture was taken a few days back, of course:
it gets updated first thing when her feet touch the bedroom floor).
Which reminds me,
I better go get those Christmas cards done.
But I'm thankful and delight in
the bits of paper
that let me see
some pieces of her heart.