Horsies and unicorns lined up as families in their corral, quietly waiting for someone to play with them after school.
The menu featuring hutt dogs and padawan popcorn still posted from the cantina that was in my kitchen on Monday.
The artwork on my frig reminding me of the good things that will be learned in first grade this year.
The typewriter in my dining room that was paused at the most exciting part of the story.
THE CROCODILE JOURNEY By: Lydia Raudenbush, Typed by: Ashlyn Raudenbush
Hi! My name is Freddy. I live in swamp island. I just woke up. After I woke up, I ate an apple. Then, I realized I was all alone. So, I went in and out of the swamp to find friends.
Ashlyn’s oil painting that hangs in our hallway, reminding me of the sweet blessing of watching the little ones I love with my whole heart grow up.