Three days a week I commute the thirty or so minutes to work with my daughter Adi. She attends preschool in the same town as my school. We listen to the soundtrack of the week, today’s pick was Trolls. She likes to ride with the window down and she isn’t much of a conversationalist before 7am-when we are driving. We like to take guesses on whether the four horses will be out at the barn we pass by. We think the horses like to sleep in since we are more likely to see them on our way home, after school.
At least once during the drive, I reach my hand back and Adi puts her hand in mine as we get ready for our day. No words, just love exchanged.
This morning, Adi spoke to share of a snowman she saw and then an interesting tree branch. As I walked her into school, I asked if she could draw me the snowman and the branch, since I hadn’t seen them. To my surprise, there were two colored pencil drawings in her mailbox at pickup.
Here’s a quick poem to capture her observations and then her picture below.
I saw a branch
It looked like an elephant
One eye right here
Another one right here
Was there a trunk?
A long one…
They must have planted elephant seeds