Artsy

Every morning before school I'm rushing Eleighsa along to get into the car. Every morning she stops to draw on something. She'll push her finger across the fresh dew of the car to draw a family, city or something resembling modern hieroglyphics. Sometimes she'll drag her creative fingers across the frosted glass of our front door to create something I can't imagine or see. Every morning I say, "Eleighsa hurry up...we have to go." Each and every morning she leaves the house with her masterpiece left unfinished. It got me thinking that one day she'll be grown and I won't have all these little fingerprints around our home. What will this home look like without finger paintings, fingerprints and crumbs? This world is a blank canvas for her and she's drawing the pictures of life.