After putting my younger 2 to bed tonight, I came into my room to find my eldest tucked in nicely in my spot on my bed. I plunked down beside him, remembering my husband from the scent on his pillow, I asked what he was doing. "Im writing a little story Mom" he said seriously, to which made me feel all warm and lovey inside!
Here is what he had written:
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| beautiful story of spring! |
It reads:
in spring
I love the brand new grass
the snow is gone.
I love to see the great big trees and I love to hear the birds sing their little song in the morning.
I love to see the birds eat their food in the morning.
The End
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