"Beeyooful," Edward says as he is sketching. I completely agree. For now it is unceremoniously held up by a dinosaur magnet on the fridge, but it's going in a special frame as soon as I find one worthy of this masterpiece. This isn't just any piece of child art to me. He has colored on paper before, but he's never done so with the care and precision he did with this piece. I watch him hold his pencil almost perfectly with his right hand and draw methodically while his face is just an inch away from the card. I love how he purses his lips as he draws. He picks up the card and holds it out in front of him studying it with a critical eye. How does he know to do that? He sketches with a purpose. When he presents it to me with a look of pride, I can't help but bubble over with happiness that I get to experience this moment, and I feel lucky to be his mom.
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