This is a drawing from long ago. The imaginative little boy was born a storyteller. When he was small his stories would spill from his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He used all kinds of toys and props, even music followed his story as it streamed along.
I didn't realize what was happening at first. When I would try to clean everything up before evening, it was not a pretty event--until I realized if I asked him to tell me the story first, all would be well.
What fantastical adventures! What a wonderful privilege to share them with him. I will never forget those wonderful days.
Happy Paint Party Friday, all you wonderful artists and beautiful people. May God bless you, dear ones, with His joy and peace. Have a lovely weekend and thank you for dropping by.