I envy my niece her artistic talent. Yep. I’m 45 and she’s 5 and I envy her this trait.
Several weeks ago, while she was at stuff for all of 5.3 seconds between activities, she found a balloon left over from Wings of Hope, blew it up, had me tie it, and disappeared into the office I share with Casey.
Then she left the building.
When I got to my desk an hour or so later, the face in this photo was staring down at me, and I can’t take it down from its perch. The balloon will have to give up the ghost before I ever remove it. She has the ability to just sit with pen and paper – or balloon – and start drawing. She is prolific and fearless. For this I envy her.
When I get over the selfish envy, I will be able to learn from her.
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